Жах Данвіча
Chapter 7
‘Yes,Mis’Corey,’cameSally’stremulousvoiceoverthepartywire,‘Cha’nceyhejustcomebacka-postin’,andcouldn’thalftalkferbein’scairt! HesaysOl’Whateley’shouseisallbowedup,withtimbersscatteredraoundlikethey’dbendynamiteinside; onlythebottomfloorain’tthrough,butisallcoveredwithakindo’tar-likestuffthatsmellsawfulan’dripsdaownoffentheaidgesontothegraoun’wharthesidetimbersisblowedaway. An’they’sawfulkindermarksintheyard,tew—greatraoundmarksbiggerraoundthanahogshead,an’allstickywithstufflikeisonthebrowed-uphaouse. Cha’nceyhesaystheyleadsoffintothemedders,wharagreatswathwider’nabarnismatteddaown,an’allthestunwallstumbledeverywhichwaywhereveritgoes.
‘An’hesays,sayshe,Mis’Corey,ashaowhesottolookferSeth’scaows,frightenedezhewasan’faound’emintheupperpasturenightheDevil’sHopYardinanawfulshape. Haffon’em’scleangone,an’nighhaffo’themthat’sleftissuckedmostdryo’blood,withsoreson’emlikethey’sbenonWhateleyscattleeversenctLavinny’sblackbratwasborn. Sethhesgoneaoutnaowtolookat’em,thoughI’llvaowhewon’tkeertergitverynighWizardWhateley’s! Cha’nceydidn’tlookkeerfulterseewharthebigmatted-daownswathledarteritleffthepasturage,buthesayshethinksitp’intedtowardstheglenrudtothevillage.
