Updated: Mar 7, 2020
All the voices came at once, crashing together in the chaos. I couldn’t distinguish one from the other. “Oh my God” “Shiiit!” “I don’t know, let them in!” “Get back!” “Who’s out there?!”
Jerry did what Jerry does--he sprung into action without thinking. As he lunged for the door locks, I reached into my hoodie pocket and pulled out the can of heavy-duty bug spray. I’d just found the trigger when the door burst open. I aimed for the dark green cloud flowing inside and let loose. More voices screaming over one another. “Turn that off!” “Are you okay” “Oh thank Jesus.” “Get the light!” “Wait!” “Who are you?!” “There’s someone else out there!”
Jerry shoved the door closed and swatted at his face while the clouds of bug spray and mayflies collided, raining tiny green twitching corpses all over us like snow flurries from hell. The live insects poured through the cracks in the door. I continued to spray, and they continued to die. More and more took their place in an endless stream. Why are they doing this? What are they after?
Then it hit me. The gas station was lit up! I kept my finger pressed down on the bug spray, firing blind long enough to look back and see the new face inside our store.
The stranger was tall and skinny, donned in all black. Tight pants and a turtleneck, an LED lantern in one hand, and a white unicorn mask surrounding the head. It all made sense now. The bugs weren’t after us. They were coming for that bright light. This unicorn had brought them here to our gas station like the Pied Piper of Hamelin. I added my voice to the chorus, “Turn off that lantern!”
The unicorn ripped off the mask, revealing a dark-haired woman with a face full of more annoyance than fear. She completely ignored my request and yelled in an impressively loud voice that surpassed all the others, “There was somebody behind me!”
Jerry responded, “Good somebody or bad somebody?”
Again, Jerry acted faster than I could stop him, unlocking and reopening the door. Another figure rushed inside, colliding with Bart and knocking the poor guy onto his back all over again. Amidst the mayhem, four more figures lunged past. They were knee-high, cannonballing into the safety of the store, darting between our legs and over Bart’s chest before vanishing into the shadows.
The last thing I needed right now was another raccoon blitzkrieg, but here we were.
Unicorn-woman still hadn’t extinguished her light, and the mayflies were flooding in, forming an enormous, swirling cyclone of green thick enough to send bags of food and candy flying from the top shelves. I grabbed the lamp and yanked as hard as I could, hard enough to free it from her grasp, and launched it through the opening. I felt the whoosh of air as the legion bugs in the store moved as one and chased the light outside milliseconds before Jerry closed the door and locked it all over again. “Are you okay?!” “Yeet!” “What the hell?!” “That was my light” “You idiots shut up!” “Did you see that!?”
I finally stopped blasting bug spray and went to try reapplying tattered strips of duct tape. There was no time to lose. I needed to secure the door, check on our new refugees, and track down the four bandit cats before they started setting traps.
I was surprised when Lucy knelt down next to me with the roll of tape. She started tearing new strips, holding the red flashlight in her mouth and pointing it at her work while I took the strips and covered the lines of the door. The old strips hung messily and uselessly, the exposed sticky side completely covered in green wings, legs, and still twitching bodies.
Jerry walked over a moment later with a broom and went to scooping the corpses into a mound in the corner right as Lucy and I finished up the door. Nothing quite like a crisis to bring out teamwork, I guess. With that out of the way, I turned to greet our newest guests.
Unicorn lady was picking bits of insect debris from her hair while the other figure stood still as a statue next to her. This one had a charcoal suit jacket and matching pants, with a face hidden inside a giant turkey. Specifically, a plucked and raw turkey with eye holes carved into the breast section. Despite the impressive quality, I was reasonably certain that this turkey was just another bizarre Halloween mask.
Like... sixty-percent sure.
“You two okay?” I asked.
Turkey-head asked in a muffled voice, “Vht thr frck wrst tht?!”
Unicorn grabbed him by a wing and said, “You can take that off now; we’re safe in here.”
With a quick yank, she de-turkeyed him, revealing the face of a handsome middle-aged man. He looked a little disheveled, glasses askew, hair a mess, but I could see that these were all products of the moment. Everything about Turkey-head screamed “rich businessman.” I automatically didn’t trust him.
Turkey-head readjusted his glasses, smoothed over his hair, and straightened his tie. In three easy steps, he already looked presentable enough to host a party at the yacht club. When he spoke, it was with a strong, sexy, leading-man voice. “I said, ‘what the fuck was that?’ Are we in the end times right now? Somebody please tell me what’s going on.”
Abrahm sized him up before answering, “Bugs were after your lamp-light. What were you two doing out there anyway?”
Unicorn answered, “I got off the interstate looking for gas, then these things started blobbing up all over my windshield, so I pulled over.”
Turkey-head added, “Same here. I was on my way to my partner’s Halloween ball when the green things started kamikazing all over my windshield. I saw Yen’s car off the shoulder and tried hitting the brakes, but I hydroplaned. There was enough of that green crap to slick the roads! I couldn’t stop!”
Jerry cupped the tip of his cigarette as he struck the lighter. After a quick puff, he asked, “You weren’t driving around with that turkey on your head, were you?”
“Of course not! And would you mind not smoking in front of me, please? This suit costs more than your gas station.”
Jerry didn’t answer out loud. The way he slowly puffed his smoke and blew it out his nostrils was answer enough.
Unicorn--who I surmised was actually the “Yen” being referred to--pointed out the obvious. “Unless your suit is supposed to have green polka dots, I don’t think it’s worth that much anymore.”
The man looked at his sleeves and erupted into a fit of furious expletives, finishing with “This had better come out, or else!”
Abrahm nudged Jerry and pointed at his pack. Jerry silently handed one over and lit it for him as Yen picked up the story, “We were exchanging insurance information when the swarm descended on us. I was on my way to a costume party at my clinic, and I had some masks in the back seat that I thought would come in handy. The turkey was the only one that would fit Owen’s big head.”
Lucy asked, “Why didn’t you just stay in your cars?”
“We heard someone.”
Owen interrupted, “You think.” He turned to me and reiterated his point. “She thinks she heard something. I’m still not convinced I heard anything.”
“Oh come on, Owen! You know you heard him too!”
For two people so recently thrust together by the whims of fate, Owen and Yen sure did sound like an old married couple. I scanned the area with my flashlight, hoping to spot a raccoon. When there were no signs, I accepted that the hunt was going to be an all-night affair, turned my attention back to my fellow bugswarm hostages, and asked, “What do you think you heard?”
Yen answered, “There was a man calling out. We were right around the bend down the street and heard him screaming for help. So I grabbed my lamp and went to check on him.”
Owen scoffed and gave me a look like he wanted me to tell her that was a stupid thing to do. “She didn’t even hesitate. Just plowed face-first into a swarm of green. Naturally, I couldn’t let a tiny thing like her go out on her own without any protection. You know how people around these parts can be. Especially on Halloween. Could have been a bunch of thugs and crackheads waiting for her. So I grabbed a mask to keep from breathing bugs and followed. We came around the bend but didn’t see anything.”
“That’s not true,” she corrected. “We didn’t see anyone. We did, however, see a motorcycle in the ditch.”
They went back and forth: “There’s no way of knowing how long it had been there.”
“I think the motorcyclist is still out in this swarm.”
“Well, if he had a helmet on--which is the law, by the way--then he’s probably fine. Laying low in the woods until the swarm is over.”
“You just don’t want to go looking for him!”
“You’re damn right I don’t! We barely made it here.”
I’d heard enough. “Okay guys, the important thing is that we’re safe. Let’s focus on that for now. We can hang out here, but no cell phones and no screens. By morning, those things will all be dead.”
“Morning!?” Owen exploded. “You expect me to stay here all night?!" He laughed derisively. "You must have lost your goddamn mind.” He brushed past me, saying, “I need to make a phone call.”
Abrahm and Bart walked back to the front door, where clusters of bugs were breaking loose, revealing spots big enough to offer a view of the outside. Yen took a seat at the booth table and crossed her arms, clearly agitated about something. Whether it was the bugs or Owen, I couldn’t tell, and didn’t particularly care. Lucy took the chance to have a private talk with her. As she offered Yen a White Claw, Jerry put an arm on my shoulder and whispered, “Dude, I need to talk to you.”
I looked around one last time for raccoons, but we seemed safe for now. “Okay,” I whispered. “What is it?”
Jerry licked his pointer finger and thumb, pinched out the cherry on his cigarette, and said, “I think there’s something wrong with Abrahm.” I looked at the back of Abrahm’s head, but Jerry stepped between us and said frantically, “No, don’t look at him! He’ll know if you’re looking at him.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I can’t really explain it, but I need you to trust me. We’re not safe with him inside the store.”
“Because that isn’t really Abrahm anymore.”
A shiver of dread the size of Texas ran down my spine, but I tried to keep it on the down-low. I’ve suffered through enough robberies and other emergencies to know that outward panic rarely makes a situation better. “Okay. What are we dealing with this time? Shapeshifter? Plant people? Dopplegangers? Something else? I need to know exactly what it is so I can decide what emergency kit to grab.”