Whispering Bones
“The spirits gathered.
Rosaria looked around, astounded by the vast number of dead inhabiting the place. Most appeared as the putrid and pus-ridden corpses that had so frightened her in life. She now understood their appearance reflected how they had died—from the plague, centuries ago. But she also saw others who were like her—Carbone’s spirit had chosen to remain, as had the other patients who died as a result of Rossi’s experiments. They looked as they had at the moment of their death, still ...wearing their blood-spattered white hospital gowns, and with the tops of their heads missing, revealing the empty cavity within. Their eyes, like all of the others’, appeared as blank, waxy slates. Rosaria did not cringe from the sight of them. Her own appearance, she knew, was no different. That she had become one of the creatures of the night which had so terrified her while alive no longer seemed of consequence in her new reality.
They gathered in the field at the island’s center, and Rosaria could sense what lay beneath the earth here, could discern from what served as her eyes the skeletal remains of thousands upon thousands, piled like refuse beneath the unconsecrated ground.MoreLess
Rosaria looked around, astounded by the vast number of dead inhabiting the place. Most appeared as the putrid and pus-ridden corpses that had so frightened her in life. She now understood their appearance reflected how they had died—from the plague, centuries ago. But she also saw others who were like her—Carbone’s spirit had chosen to remain, as had the other patients who died as a result of Rossi’s experiments. They looked as they had at the moment of their death, still ...wearing their blood-spattered white hospital gowns, and with the tops of their heads missing, revealing the empty cavity within. Their eyes, like all of the others’, appeared as blank, waxy slates. Rosaria did not cringe from the sight of them. Her own appearance, she knew, was no different. That she had become one of the creatures of the night which had so terrified her while alive no longer seemed of consequence in her new reality.
They gathered in the field at the island’s center, and Rosaria could sense what lay beneath the earth here, could discern from what served as her eyes the skeletal remains of thousands upon thousands, piled like refuse beneath the unconsecrated ground.MoreLess
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