"Laymon, Richard - The Traveling Vampire Show" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laymon Richard)

Or didn't seem to be.

We followed Slim out of the forest. The dirt road vanished and we
found ourselves standing at the edge of Janks Field.

Way off to the right across the dry, gray plain stood the snack stand
and bleachers. Overlooking them, gray against the gray sky, were the
panels of stadium lights.

We saw no cars, no trucks, no vans. We saw no people. We saw no
vampires.

 across the field.

unless we beat them here," Slim said, her voice hushed.

that way," said Rusty. He also spoke softly, the way you might 'laic
at night sneaking through a graveyard. He looked at his wristwatch:

It's only ten-thirty."

Still," I said, "you'd think they'd be here by now. Don't they have to
set up for the show?"

"Who knows?" Rusty said.

"How do we know someone isn't here?" Slim asked, a look on her face as
if she might be kidding around. "I don't see anyone," Rusty said.
"Let's just be ready to beat it," I said.

They glanced at me so I would know they got both meanings. Usually,
such a remark would inspire some wisecracks. Not this time, though.
"If anything happens," Slim said, "we stay together." Rusty and I
nodded.

We walked slowly, expecting trouble. You always expected trouble

at Janks Fidd, but you never knew what it might be or where it might
come from.

The place was creepy enough just because it looked so desolate and
because a lot of very bad stuff had happened there. Bad things still
happened. Every time I went to Janks Fidd with Rusty and Slim, we ran
into trouble. We'd been scared witless, had accidents, gotten
ourselves banged up, bit, stung and chased by various forms of wildlife
(human and otherwise).

Janks Field was just that way.

So we expected trouble. We wanted to see it coming, but we didn't know