I pull away from the closet, slamming the door shut. On the door another giant
pentagram, this one black and dripping, announces itself.
I shift the light over to another wall blighted with pentagrams and then focus
the light on a series of letters spread high above me, floating against a huge
expanse of pristine white wall over my bed, and Iím squinting, trying to focus,
and I slowly fan the beam across the letters until Iím saying the words out
The word cause me to sag against the wall and Iím gripping the gun so tightly
I can barely feel it and the Oasis song is revolving into its climax and its
endless soloing and as I stumble out of the room my shadow looms against another
massive red pentagram.
I turn the radio up, loud. The streets are totally empty and I drive fast.
I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard
I donít remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is "Disappear Here"
and even though itís probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out
a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave
the light. I put my sunglasses on even though itís still pretty dark outside
and I keep looking into the rearview mirror, getting this strange feeling that
somebody is following me.
Fra Less than Zero