They ran for a good minute before Elvis noticed the diminished size of their group. “Where’d everybody go?” he asked Kat. “And why are we following this choad?”
“Well, he seems to know a little more about what’s going on than anyone else. And, he does have that ring,” she replied.
“Pheh! That thing! I got three of them.” Elvis reached into one of his jacket pockets and revealed three rings, each with their own odd luminescent glow. “Red, yellow, and green. You can get them out of one of those machines for seventyfive cents at the local A&P,” he said with a smirk.
“And how do you explain his scaring the crap out of you back there?” remarked Elfkin snidely.
“I wasn’t scared! I was just thrown off by his…halitocis…yeah.” replied Elvis sheepishly. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground as he ran into Derleth’s still frame standing in the middle of the crossroad. Derleth hardly budged. “What the fu…you couldn’t have just slowed down first?”
“Shh.” said Derleth curtly. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy flapping your gums, you’d be able to hear it.”
The group stood around, looking in every direction. The fog was filled with the sound of chittering and maniacle laughter from small, hungry mouths.
Kat’s body went rigid again as she stared off into the distance. Softly, she began chanting again. “Urma dooleth, Urma doo”
“You, stop that,” ordered Elvis, and turning to Derleth “You, what is that?”
“Oww, what the hell?” cried Elvis turning to Kat and holding the sore spot on the back of his head.
“Don’t ever slap me unless I ask you to,” she said sternly.
“Okay, fine sorry…wait, wha?”
“Will you two shut up and listen!” yelled Elfkin. “Where are they?” The group listened intently for a while as the chittering continued. The sound didn’t seem to be getting any louder, but it seemed to surround the small group. Derleth’s ring began to glow brighter and emmit a small stream of smoke.
SMACK! “Hey! Would you stop hitting me!” Elvis said, turning his attention back to Kat.
“Shh! Listen!” Elfin commanded.
“Listen? Listen for what? We’ve been listening too long as it is. I say we pick a direction and get moving. Beats waiting around here for something to happen.”
With that, a gremlin came cannon balling out of the fog and landed sqare on Elfkin’s back, knocking her to the ground.
Elsewhere, the dog slowly walked up besides the standing figure of robertliguori, and sat patiently at the dangling feet of Gaijin. A small crowd of vacant eyed bodies had gathered around the spot. The wind blew gust of wind containing a cold no weather could produce, and the leaves skittered away in fear. Slowly, the tree before them bent down and lowerd Gaijin’s feet to the pavement. The tree conitnued to bend until the rope slid off of its branches, and then slowly rightened itself, leaving him standing there stiff and rigid.
His eyes snapped open, and a faint blue glow could be seen looking out. He looked around himself slowly at the crowd gathered before him. The dog came up and licked his hand tenderly. He parted the crowd, and walked through them and entered the graveyard. Clumsily, the congregation followed him on shuffling feet, back into the fog.
Back, towards the tomb.