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moved on, passing into
the swirling black vortex. The signal was briefly
weakened, causing a brief moment of static on
the news view screen.
As the image returned, the camera panned
around what looked like a massive underground
grotto. The walls on each side vanished from
sight in the gloom. A large chasm opened up on
either side of a short land bridge between the
other side of the portal and an atoll, which
occupied the far side of the grotto. A faint light
emanated from somewhere in the grotto like an
eerie grey-glowing cavern. An occasional plume
of fire erupted up from deep down inside the
chasm. On the far side of the massive chamber
were millions of dark creatures. Some were
winged, some horned and every one of them had
glowing red eyes. Suddenly, one appeared mere
inches from the camera’s lens holding a jagged
sword, which emitted darkness like smoke from a
fire. To Spencer the creature looked…demonic. How will anybody know for sure what they are? Spencer thought. The creature plunged its sword
into the lens, knocking the video feed out. With
pulse racing, Spencer frantically dialed Eric.
A sound like distorted, high pitched sonar
burst forth from the television, wailing into the
room, growing exponentially louder. Spencer’s
heart started pounding harder and harder as the
sound grew louder and louder. It was coming
from the portal. The on-the-ground reporter was
picking up the sound as he backed further away
from the seething black arch. But something even
stranger was happening; Spencer also heard it
though the through the phone as well as the
television. What the hell is this? Spencer’s mind
raced as he tapped his fingers, willing his friend
talk to him.
“Yeah?!” Eric finally yelled into the
phone. The din at Times Square had reached
deafening levels.
“Eric, where are you?”
Eric didn’t respond.
“You’re at Times Square, aren’t you?”
Silence reigned. “Get out of there, Eric. Get out
of there now! RUN!”
The din finally subsided, leaving Times
Square quiet as a tomb.
“What is that?” Eric shouted, but he was
no longer talking to Spencer. Turning to stare at
the television, Spencer saw what Eric was talking
about. The probe was emerging from the portal
as if it had been tossed back, barely missing
several marines as it collided with the ground.
Irreparable damage to the probe was evident.
Finally a light exploded from the portal to briefly
fill the screen, and then the television
transmission died at the source.
“Eric?” Spencer called, but there was no
response; his phone had dropped the call.
“Kevin, are you there?” Karen asked
emphatically, worry obvious in her voice at the
loss of contact with her field correspondent. The
small square on screen that had been showing
Kevin was all snow and static. Seconds later the
station signal died and static filled the whole
screen.
Dread blended with turbulence and
uncertainty. Was his dream more than simplistic
bleed-over of his worry the night before? Could it
have been an actual warning from something that
wanted to help him? He felt it was too dangerous
to stay, even if he was just being paranoid. He
had to get out of Newark. He had to get as far
away from New York as possible.
As Spencer began to pack, he turned on
the radio in hopes that some stations were still
transmitting. He was hoping for some news so he
could figure out which way he should go. He was
desperately hoping it was just an equipment
failure. The radio did an auto scan through the
dial twice. Spencer felt a knot in his stomach.
Then it finally picked up a signal from a news
station near Battery Park.
The deejay’s usually mellow voice
trembled as he spoke.
“We just got a report of something
happening all over New York City. Strange
‘goings on’ and lot of people have been reported
dead!” Spencer felt a cold sweat break out on his
arms and forehead. He had to hurry - this was no
dream, no joke. Something beyond his
imagination was happening and there was no
time