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The Final Transmission

Author(s): Brian F.H. Clement

When it is sent, our time on Earth is over.

When a homicide detective specializing in the occult investigates a crime scene, he discovers that members of a cult and their intended sacrificial victim have all been burned alive indiscriminately. Could the deaths be part of a suicide pact, or are they the result of a serial killer, a vigilante, or group of fanatics targeting cultists, or is it someone...or something...even worse?

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Rachel lunged out and into the light. “I need water!”

Michaud was shocked back a step at what he saw. Her skin seemed to be falling away, molting like a snake’s, revealing another layer underneath that appeared a sickly, mottled grey. Her hair had fallen out in clumps, leaving only a few stray strands hanging from her head. Her nose and ears had flattened into tiny holes, and her mouth was wide, with small pointed protuberances around it, giving her the appearance of a catfish. Her eyes were completely black, with no visible irises or pupils. Rachel stepped quickly to the bars and reached for the water bottle in Michaud’s hand, but he stepped back, keeping it away from her. He stared in horror, unable to guess at what had happened to her.

“I’m...I’m calling a doctor,” he stuttered, jaw agape, as he reached for the cell phone in his pocket.

Rachel yelled now, her voice becoming guttural with the sound of the gurgling in her throat. “Give me the water!”

Michaud swallowed nervously. He realized he had completely forgotten the recorder in his hand, stunned as he was by Rachel’s appearance. “I’ll give you this if you tell me what you were doing last night.” Rachel reached pitifully through the bars toward the water bottle, revealing webbing between her fingers as her hand stretched out. Michaud grew uncomfortable, hoping she would answer. He looked back toward the entrance door and the guard station, then back to Rachel.

“What were you doing last night?”

Rachel’s phlegmy breathing slowed, and she looked up, finally making eye contact with Michaud. “The Ninth Darkness...we invoked the Ninth Darkness.”

“Who killed everyone? Was it you? Why were they burned?”

“The man...the man with the hat, and the bag, and the mask...he’ll come for me.”

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ISBN (Print): 9781629291109
ISBN (Electronic): 9781629291093
Genre: Thriller
Date Published: 12/01/2013
Publisher: Damnation Books LLC

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