CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Spring Ahead, Fall Back* 1 *
Five minutes earlier, Earl Toad had squatted and stared in from outside the Harker house at a sight he couldn’t believe.
He saw figures or maybe shapes moving inside the house. Things that looked more at home at a Halloween party than anywhere handy to real life.
Hell.
What were they?
They looked too real to be masks and too scary to be real. Who the hell would disguise themselves that way? Dirt, rocks, mud and twigs. These were the ugliest bastards that Earl had ever seen – and Earl Toad had come from a long line of ugly.
Earl watched them for a minute, trying to get a grip on what was going on.
The big one, the one with the daisies, it looked kind of like Vic, if you sort of squinted. Whoever he was he looked to be the headman-ho
