Ghostwalkers by Jonathan Maberry Read Free Book Online

was hokum that it died out a hundred or so years ago.”
    Looks Away laughed. “Died out? Not even close. It was largely discredited, to be sure, and fairly so because most alchemists were charlatans. Like most fortune-tellers and other snake oil salesmen.”
    â€œCon men,” suggested Grey.
    â€œCon men,” agreed Looks Away. “However, just as you’ve met one fortune-teller who you thought might have something, there are a precious few among the world’s remaining alchemists who also ‘have’ something. I refer, of course, to those who have made a serious study of what some call ‘the larger world.’”
    â€œThe spirit world, you mean?”
    â€œYes and no. For most people the spirit world is a label they slap on everything from ghosts to demons to, say, vampires and werewolves. Most of it is fairy stories for gullible children. Gullible adults, too, I suppose.”
    â€œBut—?”
    â€œThe larger world, as viewed by those select wiser alchemists, refers to a universe where science and magic may well be two sides of the same coin. After all, our science of this modern age would look like magic to someone a century ago.” He touched his chest. “Imagine what the first peoples here in America thought of the Europeans with their great wooden ships and muskets. Think about it. Imagine that a red man who is a skilled hunter and tracker, one of the best of his tribe, who is deadly with a bow and arrow, encounters a man in a metal chestplate and helmet who can point a stick and with thunder and lightning, strike down a great elk a hundred yards away. Tell me that red man did not believe he was witnessing true magic.”
    Grey thought about it, nodded.
    â€œTo the settlers who crossed this continent in covered wagons barely half a century ago,” continued Looks Away, “what would the steam locomotive have been like? Twenty years ago the thought of a horseless carriage was an impossible pipe dream, and now, with the power of ghost rock, you can see them on the streets of New York and Philadelphia and Boston.”
    â€œI see where you’re going with that.”
    â€œNow, step back and look at ghost rock through the same telescope. It screams when it’s burned. Sure, we all see that and it’s rather shocking. The weak-minded always want to ascribe something supernatural to the things they don’t understand. History tells us that. But what if all we’re witnessing is merely an aspect of science that has not yet been measured and quantified.”
    Grey thought about it, but he slowly shook his head. “I’ll buy that as an explanation for why ghost rock sounds like the screaming damned. Chemicals hiss and pop and make all sorts of sounds. Everyone knows that. But that?” He stabbed a finger toward the corpses that were now laid in a row and weighted down with rocks. “Tell me how your science—or alchemy, for that matter—explains dead men getting up and getting rowdy? I shot one of those fellows in the heart and he didn’t blink. You hear me? He did not even blink. He just kept grabbing at me, trying to bite me. If that’s science and not magic, then everyone’s been calling it by the wrong damn name all these years. Maybe it’s all magic. That or this is a madhouse and we’re all inmates.”
    Looks Away nodded. “And now you get to my problem.”
    â€œPardon?”
    â€œUntil tonight I was fully invested in the camp of people who believed that the qualities of ghost rock were nothing more than science that was not yet understood.” He paused and regarded the corpses, then shuddered. “Now I don’t know what I believe.”
    â€œWelcome to the rodeo,” said Grey. “We’re both riding the same bucking bronco here. Want to tell me what was the blue flash, and could it have caused this?”
    â€œThat’s the point where all of my beliefs