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Lu lifted her voice to be heard above the battering rain. “The pink stuff is warm, at least, and it won’t drown you if you sit in it too long. So I’ll take the pink stuff, if it’s all the same to you. Let’s go back there—the floor’s more covered. Less pink stuff to worry about. ”
Together they tiptoed across the wood planks and dodged curtains of cobwebs, Leslie going first with Lu’s hands on her shoulders. If either of them had been any taller, they would’ve had to crouch. But as it was, both of them could lift their hands and brace themselves on the underside of the roof.
Leslie coughed and wiped at her face. “It smells gross up here. ”
Down by one of Lu’s feet, curled in a pink, fluffy bed, the remains of a rat lay decomposing. “It’s just . . . old stuff. Old places. They smell like this, after a while. Don’t worry about it. Keep going. ”
When they reached the back corner they sat down, curling their arms and legs until they folded around themselves, and around each other. “I’m cold,” Leslie complained, but Lu knew she was mostly just afraid and didn’t want to say so.
“Yeah, it’s chilly in here. But you’ll warm up as you dry off. ”
Down came the rain and washed out all the other sounds except for the occasional cracking, creaking complaint of the old armory. But the armory was built to last. It would not fall, it would only fill.
Night settled in early because of the weather, and the rain kept coming.
Antsy and damp, the girls huddled close without speaking much. Once it was dark there was no sense
in speaking. There was no reason to talk about heading home; the only real question was when to start shouting for help. The time hadn’t come quite yet—there was a balance that must be tipped. Their fear of their mother had to be outweighed by their fear of being trapped, and for a long time the fear of their mother won out.
Lu also thought that if they stayed missing long enough, there might be a chance that parental relief would be great enough to overrule parental retribution. Her hopes weren’t high, but she was running low on hope as the night dragged on, so she clung to what she could get.
Lulled by the violent downpour and its insistent beat on the metal roof, eventually the sisters dozed.
But they awoke with a jolt and grasped at each other’s arms.
“What was that noise?” Leslie demanded, though she knew her sister didn’t know any better than she did.
The noise sounded again and they were both awake enough to hear it clearly. It was something hard and knocking. Something dense and thick, with deliberate intent.
“Somebody’s there?” Lu guessed. “I don’t know. It sounds like . . . ” She hesitated, listening hard.
There, again. Another blow. This one made their bottoms jump.
Leslie breathed faster. “Somebody’s right underneath us. I think. ”
“Not somebody? Maybe something floating. ” Lu knew as soon as she said it that she shouldn’t have.
“What? You think the water’s got that high?” There was the panic again. “Floating up so high that it hits against the ceiling underneath us? You don’t really think—”
Lu thought of the river outside the window, and how it boiled at the walls of the armory. She believed yes, that the water could get that high; and she figured that yes, something must be floating up to the ceiling in the hollow space below. But to say so meant that her sister must know it too; and though she was not such a nervous little sister as little sisters went, ten or twelve feet of water underfoot might be enough to send anybody into a fit.
But there wasn’t much point in denying it. The banging continued faster, or maybe only in more places. Maybe it came from more than one—crate? machine? At least that’s what it sounded like to the girls, who crushed their bodies against each other, trying to be small, and trying to be blind.
Lu said she didn’t really want to know. Leslie didn’t either, and that was why she let Lu cover her eyes with a sleeve, even though there wasn’t anything to see.
There was plenty to hear, from every direction all at once.
“What is that?” Leslie groaned again, her head buried in the crook of her sister’s neck. It did not occur to either of them to call out for help. Whatever was bungling and bumping its way along the ceiling was not friendly, and it was not helpful.
“Shhh—“ Lu told her, and she rocked her back and forth.
Pound, pound, pound went the noise until it was louder than the rain had ever gotten, though less rhythmic.
“Oh shit, Lu. You know what they are. ”
“Be quiet. ”
“They’re hands, aren’t they? Listen, do you hear them? Listen, Lu. They’re hands. But they ain’t alive anymore. ”
