Experiment in Terror 07 Come Alive (10 page)

I put my hands along the wall, feeling for the light switch, debating how long I had before I started screaming for Perry to come help me, when I felt it. Hot breath on my neck. The presence behind me was nearly indescribable, both familiar and malevolent. I knew it had come from the mirror.

Then the light turned on by itself and I knew I could turn around and see cold, dead eyes staring right at me. I could come face to face with the oldest of my demons. But I didn’t. It took all my courage to keep staring at the door, to put my hand back on the doorknob and force it to turn with all my might.

And turn it did, like it hadn’t been locked at all. I bolted out of the bathroom, not daring to look behind me, not even checking to see if she was following me to the bedroom or not. God, I hoped not. I had no idea what would happen if Perry got involved.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and locked it, as if that would do any good. The bathroom light spilled in from underneath the door frame, a reminder of what was out there.

I crawled into bed, spooning Perry and pulling the covers over my head. I didn’t sleep until the dawn broke through the clearing sky.

***

“You look tired,” Perry said to me as the cab rattled along the I-5.

I gave her a dry look and squeezed her close to me. “Thanks. How would you like it if I said you looked tired?”

“Do I?”

I shook my head and kissed her forehead. “No, you look beautiful as always and supremely asstastic.”

The cab driver eyed me in the mirror and I merely smiled at him. We were heading toward the airport, Maximus having wasted no time in getting us on our next shoot. I barely had time to convince Rebecca to look after Fat Rabbit again.

Our destination: New Orleans. To be honest, I was pretty excited since I’d never been to NOLA before, or Louisiana. Unfortunately, Maximus was from the state, and his knowledge of the land would ensure that neither Perry nor I would have much say in anything.

Maximus had told us that NOLA was just swimming in haunted houses and estates, which was common knowledge, I mean even I knew that. But he said that there was one old mansion that had been flooded during Hurricane Katrina. Ever since then, the paranormal activity levels had been off the chart. A few ghost hunters had already been there and weren’t able to walk away with much evidence aside from the usual orbs and cold spots, but he figured with our “abilities” we would have a much better chance of capturing something. He said he had a contact in NOLA that would help us find something worth filming, even if that house fell through. Which, in other words, meant the three of us were staying in the Big Easy for as long as it took to come back with a show.

“I thought I heard you get up last night,” Perry said, bringing me back to the moment. “But when I looked at the time on my phone, it was like 4AM and you still weren’t back in bed. What were you doing?”

I froze—my blood, my veins, everything was ice.

“What?” I asked, barely able to pronounce the words. “What…you said I didn’t come to bed until 4AM?”

“Until at least 4AM. That’s when I fell back asleep,” she said.

I rubbed at my face, squeezing my chin. The fuck? I got up at 3AM, and I wasn’t in the bathroom for more than two minutes…was I?

“What were you doing?” she continued.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep. I was watching TV with Fatty Rab. Infomercials.”

She raised her head and studied me. The thing was, I knew I sounded like someone in a horror movie, when there’s obviously  something very wrong going on and the person stupidly says “I’m fine” when they clearly aren’t. I knew that’s what was happening here but I couldn’t help it. “Baby,” I said to her, “I’m fine. Just couldn’t sleep. I get insomnia sometimes. Get used to it. Just a roommate quirk, like how you put empty cartons of milk back in the fridge.”

It’s funny how I was able to tell her about the time I saw my mother in the motel in Snowcrest. But now, to tell her again, would make something out of something that I desperately wanted to go away. My mother wanted attention, she always did. I wouldn’t give her that. She would be my secret for as long as I could keep it.

I suppose it didn’t matter, because I could tell that Perry didn’t believe me. I could see the doubt in her eyes, but I could also see the respect she had, the respect she’d followed from the day she first met me. Perry had already sussed out so many of my terrible secrets from the very beginning, if not knowing exactly what they were, knowing that something was wrong. She was devastatingly perceptive.

“All right,” she said, settling back in the seat and ignoring the dig about the milk cartons. Seriously though, that was annoying.

We got to the airport a little bit early, hoping to beat Maximus so we could get our seats next to each other and away from him, but the flame-haired bastard was already there and waiting at the checkout for us, carry-on in hand.

“About time you two showed up, I was getting worried,” he said in all seriousness.

“It’s like ninety minutes before our flight,” I protested.

He shrugged and I felt like kicking him in the knees. This was going to be a hell of a long trip.

He handed us our tickets. “No worries.”

I glanced at the ticket. I had an aisle seat. I tore Perry’s out of her hands and peered at it. Window.

“You ass,” I said. “Where are you sitting?”

He smiled. “I took one for the team. Middle seat. Between you guys.”

Right. If he really took one for the team he would jump out of the airplane.

“How considerate,” Perry said, her eyes full of disdain. She glanced at me and sighed. “Okay, well let’s get through security then so we don’t have to worry.”

I’ve been in a lot of awkward moments in my life, and most of the time, I actually enjoy them. I don’t know if it means I’m a sociopath or what, but I just don’t feel awkward or self-conscious when I know I should. But lately, I’d been feeling that tinge of heavy air, things unsaid, especially around Perry. Being with Maximus and her was no exception. With him there, I felt like a spotlight was being shined on every single move, every shot I did at the bar pre-flight (whatever, there’s no judgement in alcohol after 11AM), or magazine I rifled through at the gift shop, every glance Perry and I shared. Suddenly everything was everyone’s business and I didn’t even know what the goddamn business was.

The flight was much, much worse. I had strategically planned to get to the seats before Maximus, so that at least I could get the middle and sit beside Perry, but the cockblocker was quicker and pushed past us when it was time to board. Apparently he was a “gold club member” and we weren’t. By the time we got to our seats, he was already in his, looking up at us smugly.

“Do you mind at least moving so I can get to my seat?” Perry asked after shoving her carry-on in the overhead compartment.

“You can squeeze through,” he said, wagging his brows and insinuating that her ass was going to be pressed against his freckled knees.

“Ugh,” she said in frustration, and squeezed past him. I kept my eyes on him, daring him to try anything, just try. I didn’t care if it got me kicked off the plane; I would make a scene.

To his credit he stared right back at me, even moving back in the seat to let her go through.

“Now you,” I said to him, tapping the aisle seat, “you sit here and let me sit next to Perry.”

He shook his head in amusement. “This is my seat.”

“Yeah, yeah, took one for the team. But I would like the middle seat, so get out.” I motioned for him to get out quick.

“Dex, just sit down,” he said, nodding at the rest of the plane. “People here need to get to their seats, buddy.”

It was true, I was preventing a whole line of people from moving down the aisle, and hell hath no fury like people once they are on an airplane. It’s like the minute everyone’s in this giant Tylenol-shaped contraption, their patience threshold changes dramatically. The baby boomer woman closest to me was turning red, a vein popping out on her harried face.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” I said to no one in particular. I moved into the aisle seat and kept going. I plunked myself down right on the giant ginger’s lap.

“The hell are you doing?” he yelled, trying to get me off of him, but I just pressed myself down into him harder, one leg wedged against the seat in front of me, the other pushing off the aisle seat arm rest.

The passengers in the aisle shot us uncomfortable looks, as if Maximus and I were involved in some lazy, clothed version of the mile high club.

“Dex, get the hell off me,” Maximus grunted in my ear.

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you, baby,” I said with a grin. I knew his Southern sensibilities were being tested; poor guy couldn’t handle anything even remotely homoerotic.

“Is there a problem here?” A flight attendant suddenly appeared. She could barely hide the disgust on her face; I’m not sure if it was because I was acting like a child or that we were getting loosey goosey. Either way, her bun was tied way too tight, pulling back every feature on her face.

“No, we’re good,” I said at the same time Maximus said, “Obviously there is a problem.”

“Sir,” she said, glaring at me. Boy, how the friendly skies had changed. “Can I see your ticket?”

I handed her my ticket, and she pursed her lips while reading it over. “Mr. Foray, your seat is the aisle seat not the middle. Now if you don’t get off this man’s lap, I’m going to have you removed from the plane.”

“Dex, just sit in your seat,” Perry said beside me. I glanced at her. She was pressed up against the window and looking at us with a mix of revulsion and embarrassment.

“Fine,” I said, and quickly climbed off of him, settling down in my seat and fastening the belt. “Just trying to take one for the team.”

The stewardess watched me for a few beats, giving me one last evil eye, before she moved down the aisle.

“Dex, you are something else,” Maximus said to me, looking a bit shaken. Perfect.

“Once you have a Dex in your lap, you can’t go back,” I said. I looked over at Perry. “Ain’t that right, kiddo?”

“No comment,” she said, and pulled out the in-flight magazine. Yup. Fun trip ahead of us.

After that risqué start, the rest of the flight was fairly uneventful. I started calling Maximus “Vegetable Lasagna”, a
Seinfeld
reference that was obviously over his head, and did my best to talk to Perry when I could. Too bad the oaf didn’t leave his seat once, not even to go to the bathroom. The rest of the time I just sat back and listened to the new Slayer album, feeling more connected to Perry by listening to her favorite music.

My luck changed once we switched planes in Houston. Maximus was sitting further up on that plane, while Perry and I got two seats together at the back. The flight was quick, too quick to convince Perry to join the mile-high club with me in the bathroom, but long enough to drink a few Bloody Marys in preparation for the Big Easy. Again, I was getting a bit excited at the idea of going to New Orleans and started wishing that it was just Perry and I there, taking the sights in as tourists. Man, what I’d give to go on an actual vacation with the woman. No ghosts, no work—just us, booze, and sex.

“How you doing?” I asked her as the plane began its descent. It was already dark outside, the city a mystery beneath us. I wasn’t a nervous flier but I guess she was because she grabbed on to my hand and squeezed it hard. I squeezed it right back.

“I’m okay,” she said. “Kind of excited.”

“Me too.”

“Nervous.”

“Fear of flying?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m okay, it’s just not my favorite thing in the world. But I’m also nervous about the next few days…or week…or however long we’ll be here.”

I peered at her closely. “Bad feeling?”

She managed a smile. “Well, I never have good feelings before we do a show. I don’t know, I guess I just don’t like how Maximus is involved. I don’t trust him.”

“That makes me ridiculously happy to hear you say that.”

“You don’t trust him either, I know that much.”

I laughed dryly. “I’ve never trusted him. But I gotta tell ya, I was worried about you.”

She gave me an odd look as the plane rumbled, landing gear coming down. “Worried how?”

I chewed on my lip, knowing I’d gone too far to hold anything back but the truth. I turned my attention to the runway lights outside the window.

“I know what’s done is done but the fact that you and Maximus…that he…”

“You know I wasn’t even myself when that happened.”

Right. She’d said that several times, but that didn’t stop it from hurting; it didn’t erase that it happened.

“Anyway, I guess I worry that you might still have feelings for him.” There. I said it.

She squeezed my hand again, and this time I couldn’t tell if she was trying to assure me or herself as the plane made contact with the ground, bouncing us along before the brakes were applied with urgency.

“Dex, I don’t have feelings for the man. Especially not after what he did to me. He turned on me when I needed him the most and I’m not going to forget that.”