head.
“This is forever. Forever and ever.” They said this together, switched positions so the boy could pick the snacks from his twin sister’s back. “Your brother is part of Infinity House now. With us. With you. With the flies.”
“You know where he is?” Mike advanced on them, puffed his chest up and pointed a stiff finger. “You better speak up, motherfuckers. Where is he?”
The twins looked at each other, whispered, laughed.
A bubbling anger filled Mike, and he growled like a rabid pitbull. He stomped across the room, every other step a squeak, grabbed the boy by the throat and lifted him into the air. The boy weighed nothing, dangled from Mike’s grip like an empty sack. The girl cackled from the ground, crawled under her brother with an open mouth to catch the pale wiggling rain.
Mike ignored the ones crawling onto his hand. Ignored the flies that settled on his face, buzzed in his ear. The boy had a smell like bad cheese, but Mike ignored that too. “Tell me where he is ‘fore I break your fuckin’ neck, fool.”
“I can’t wait to play with our new brother. We can never have too many playmates,” the boy said. He smiled, displayed his gapped grin. Larvae pushed out of the space where his teeth met his gums, fed on the tartar caked there.
Mike winced as he felt the tiny burrowers digging into the flesh of his arm; they kept falling out of the boy, pouring down onto his sister who chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed.
“Fuck you then.” Mike bared his teeth as he squeezed. His fingers dug into the boy’s throat like it was cooked meat. The flesh broke away with ease, and an avalanche of maggots spilled out. The boy never stopped smiling, didn’t even flinch as his neck was torn to shreds by Mike’s fingers. The girl cackled as she grabbed handfuls of maggots like candy from a grisly piñata.
With a gasp, Mike tossed the boy away, raked his nails across his own arms to rid them of the thrashing pale bodies. What the fuck, he thought. What the fuck is this?
Pure evil. You’re in the devil’s house now. These are his children, and now your brother is one of them.
“No!”
The girl straddled her brother, stomach to stomach, and sucked on the ragged neck wound. Mike gagged at the sound of crunching maggot meat. The boy smiled up at him, a smile full of sparkling delight as he was fed upon. Even as the girl feasted, Mike could see the frenzied larvae mending the wound, pasting it shut with their goop.
Mike went for the door, kicked away teddy bears and plush bunny rabbits.
“We are family now.” The twins’ voices meshed into one demonic sound.
Something splashed over Mike’s back, felt like gravel hitting him. Another wave hit him, slid down the back of his neck, and when he felt the tickling sensation of movement, he flapped his shirt, clawed at his back, neck, and head.
The twins stood now, facing Mike, tossing handfuls at him. They sprinkled him with living confetti that slid into places he couldn’t reach. “F-fuck you, man. Ngghhh…” Mike danced in place, not wanting another leathery capsule to touch his naked skin.
You’ll never escape them. You belong to the devil now.
The twins locked arms and spun, skipped and sang.
“Locked inside Infinity House, we’ll be here forever. If you want to be one of us, you only have to enter.”
Mike recognized the tune as Pop Goes the Weasel. Maggots piled at their feet as they spun, turning to a milky paste as they crushed them under bare feet.
“The flies won’t let the time pass by, the maggots are our brothers. We’ll never age, we’ll never die, we’ll never see our mothers.”
Mike hopped back into the hall; the river’s level had risen, now up to his shins; the doors looked taller, the ceiling higher. He slammed the door, wiped the tears and sweat from his face with his forearm.
“James!” His voice cracked. With his head resting on the door, the flies crawling into his hair, buzzing and buzzing, he
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