Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury Read Free Book Online Page B

Maze and - '
        'No,' said Will.
        'No what?' asked Miss Foley.
        'No Mirror Maze.' Will swallowed. He stared at fathoms of reflections. You could never strike bottom there. It was like winter standing tall, waiting to kill you with a glance. 'Miss Foley,' he said at last, and wondered to hear his mouth say it, 'don't go in there.'
        'Why not?'
        Jim peered, fascinated, into Will's face. 'Yeah, tell us. Why not?'
        'People get lost,' said Will, lamely.
      
      'All the more reason. Robert might be wandering, loose, and not find his way out if I don't grab his ear - '
        'Never can tell - ' Will could not take his eyes off the millions of miles of blind grass - 'what might be s around in there. . . .'
        'Swimming!' Miss Foley laughed. 'What a lovely mind you have, Willy. Well, yes, but I'm an old fish. So. . .'
        'Miss Foley!'
        Miss Foley waved, poised, took a step, and vanished into the mirror ocean. They watched as she settled, wandered, sank deep, deep, and was finally dissolved, grey among silver.
        Jim grabbed Will. 'What was all that?'
        'Gosh, Jim, it's the mirrors! They're the only things I don't like. I mean, they're the only things like last night.'
        'Boy, boy, you been out in the sun,' snorted Jim. 'That maze there is. . . .' His voice trailed off. He sniffed the cold air blowing out as from an, ice house between the tall reflections.
        'Jim? You were saying?
        But Jim said nothing. After a long time he clapped his hand to the back of his neck. 'It really does!' he cried in soft amaze.
        'What does?'
        'Hair! I read it all my life. In scary stories, it stands on end! Mine's doing it - now!'
        'Gosh, Jim. So's mine!'
        They stood entranced with the delicious cold bumps on their necks and the suddenly stiffened small hairs quilled up over their scalps.
        There was a flourish of light and shadow.
        Bumping through the Mirror Maze they saw two, four, a dozen Miss Foleys.
        They didn't know which one was real, so they waved to all of them.
        But none of the Miss Foleys saw or waved back. Blind she walked. Blind, she tacked her nails to cold glass.
        'Miss Foley!'
        Her eyes, flexed wide as from blasts of photographic powder, were skinned white like a statue's. Deep under the glass, she spoke. She murmured. She whimpered. Now she cried. Now she shouted. Now she yelled. She knocked glass with her head, her elbows, tilted drunken as a lightblind moth, raised her hands in claws. 'Oh God! Help!' she wailed. 'Help, oh God!'
        Jim and Will saw their own faces, pale, their own eyes, wide, in the mirrors as they plunged.
        'Miss Foley, here!' Jim cracked his brow.
        'This way!' But Will found only cold glass.
        A hand flew from empty space. An old woman's hand, sinking for the last time. It seized anything to save itself. The anything was Will. She pulled him under.
        'Will!'
        'Jim! Jim!'
        And Jim held him and he held her and pulled her free of the silently rushing mirrors coming in from the desolate seas.
        They stepped into sunlight.
        Miss Foley, one hand to her bruised cheek, bleated, muttered, then laughed quickly, then gasped, and wiped her eyes.
        'Thank you, Will, Jim, oh thank you. I'd of drowned! I mean. . .oh, Will you were right! My God, did you see her, she's lost, drowned in there, poor girl!. oh the poor lost sweet. . .save her, oh, we must save her!'
        'Miss Foley, boy, you're hurting.' Will firmly removed her fists from clenching the flesh of his arm. 'There's no one in there.'
        'I saw her! Please! Look! Save her!'
        Will jumped to the maze entrance and stopped. The ticket taker gave him an idle glance of contempt. Will backed away to Miss Foley.
        'I swear, no one went in ahead or after you, ma'am. It's my fault, I joked about the water, you must've got mixed up, lost, and