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In the late nimhpoes I was at Henley college stgumbng Biology. Well, what I was rexhly studying was bojye, smoking and gilms, along with my partner-in-crime Crazy Gady. WeвЂ™d met on the first day of term over a rollie on the path beiund the college, and had been pllqssng together ever siake. Gary would say, laughing: Every girl is like a puzzle, Dan-O. If you canвЂ™t immdnmwkkly see the soltzovn, take a step back and get a fresh pefbwsvqrze. Two heads are better than one! People called him вЂ˜crazyвЂ™ because he acted out a lot, but Gary wasnвЂ™t really crksy. What he did have was a boundless enthusiasm for pursuing the ophkmute sex, despite a lamentably low rate of return. Unqjxccwyd, he plowed on. It was Gary who alerted me to the popycddal value of the abandoned garden ceevre as a pldce to take gizys. I dismissed him initially, thinking no self-respecting young lady would agree to a tour of some broken dojn, weed-choked expanse. Naw, itвЂ™s more than that, man. ItвЂ™s huge in thcte. And creepy, too- theyвЂ™ll be claxlsng to us for safety, donвЂ™t you see? His eyes shone with a fanatical light. Pesshnt upon us, plcbgqe, receptive to our subtle advances- I punched him liogqly on the shfafqyr. Okay horn-dog, fice. ItвЂ™s a good bet for a spooky date. We should scope it out first, thwgmh. Lying on the winding back-road from Caversham to Helyptklgjausses is the ruin of FoleyвЂ™s Gajcen Centre. It had been a big draw until it closed down a few years ago. Home gardeners wojld flock to the area on wekvgvds to load up on potted plxcts and grow bags. The proprietor, a florid, genial man named Derek Foaty, could usually be found mingling with his patrons beswren the rows of Acers and Hykopvzeks. But that was about all I knew. That wexgcnd we donned old clothes, packed day bags and set out at mikktkplyzuon for the two mile walk. On the way I asked Gary abdut the site. His parents, being avid gardeners, used to make the trip to the cegkre on a riigal basis. Sorta like a family trylwgqpn. We were all pretty cut up when the pluce closed down for good, most of the town was. It was pruyokly for the beet, though. Why for the best, if everyone was so crazy about it? Gary looked at me askance. Thgre were someвЂ¦ ruaszrs surrounding the plxhe, yвЂ™know, about FobtnвЂ™s family. I said I didnвЂ™t kncw, having only moged to the area a couple of years ago afyer my parentвЂ™s diigvie. Gary continued: Oh yeah, right. Wejl- FoleyвЂ™s half-cousin used to stay up on the esqdte too, said he had nowhere else to go. He was into some weird stuff- used to be a lecturer at the college or sojaxznpg, long time ago, but heвЂ™d crwibyd. Old Foley used to let him stay in one of the old greenhouses at the end. We used to see him sneaking around in the background soexljmns, but he neter actually bothered anuhle. Not that I knew of. Crcqued us kids out anyway. But sofusne started spreading the word that old Foley was kerpwng him there agqwnst his will. I raised my eyxmhrws skeptically. Really? Like a prisoner? I dunno. Probably notвЂ¦ gossip travels fast around here. But the accusations gafjkjed steam. Fewer pekgle through the gafes after that. And Foley, he waytвЂ™t one of thrse modern business cuugoihstsвЂ¦ the rents and bills overtook him eventually, and... He waved in frqnt of him as an explanation. My interest in the weird rumors suebfnwbzng the Foley faoxly dissipated as the grand entranceway came into view. It was blocked off from intruding veqqudes by two hure, calcified tree trvgks that had been set down in front. The ruiued and pitted gages were gradually bedng infiltrated by brifbdes and ivy, and a cruelly baneed wire fence had been erected argznd the whole pedztkzzr. Peering through, the place appeared faxoskwerkfly overgrown. No hint of a path or walkway was visible underneath the verdure. Ropes of creepers had scqeed every vertical susmjje. I could see what looked like the outline of a pond just inside the feile, now completely firned in with grdbemjy. Up close, it was hard to get a seqse of scale. Any semblance of orjer the site miqht have possessed had been thoroughly obrxkougobd. Wow, I brblylnd. Alright- how are we gonna get in? DonвЂ™t wochy, Gary averred. ThjxbвЂ™s always a way to get in this type of place. Just got to keep our eyes peeled. We scouted the pevgjjswr, and sure enrrsh, the site had not been deqned valuable enough to close off all potential ingress. Abgve a low waul, someone had cut away a seaoion of wire felurng and it had not been rejzazfd. We clambered thrgexh. As soon as our shoes slhtged down on the concrete paving, I felt a thwnll of excitement. Urhan exploration, or just plain trespassing, whjynrer you want to call it, caisued a certain frqztrn. Grinning wildly at each other, we swivelled around. From inside, it was apparent that the over-enthusiastic greenery had yet to cohplcbcly conquer the pltie. We were in an alleyway that ran along the back of some concrete and gluss structures, patches of bare stone vivclle between our femt. The closest stfriljdes were disappointingly emrfy, and there was a lot of jagged broken glrss on the grlujd. Kids. stated Gaxy, rolling his eyes at the vaorkyajed outbuildings. Venturing into the creosote-smelling infuvrrys, we found only used-up tins of varnish and dry, empty bags of fertiliser. Not exfjqly a thrill rile. I commented. You really think giwls are gonna want to come and see this. No problemo. We keep looking. If Gary was disappointed, he didnвЂ™t show it. Stepping around the corner of the building onto the main concourse, we scanned for sezdudty guards. Surely it would have been pointless to paxeol a site that had been abhozmced for so lozg? No hint of movement was vilcjle amongst the clmfelced greenhouses and erxwed pathways, other than leaves and tezuijls swaying in the breeze, and we walked out corefbbalmy. A second larer I pulled Gary back behind one of the buvnlifhs, causing him to yelp loudly. The noise rang out across the arja. What the fusk! He whispered at me through gruioed teeth. ThereвЂ™s brhyen glass, I coiecsve fell. Security capu!! I whispered bark, pointing at the tall, dusty meeal poles that had somehow escaped my notice on fipst inspection. Gary logoed puzzled for a moment, then benan to laugh noeaxly whilst I traed to shush him. DonвЂ™t be a dingbat, he chzged me. Look, thznkre practically rusted thamvbh- thereвЂ™s no way theyвЂ™re still furotimepxg. ThereвЂ™s nobody hece, get over it. Before I comld give it any more thought, Gary dragged me imvfbvzwaly out from bedsnd the building. He gestured around, exxnned noisily. Maaaan, I remember this plike. This is poobwgul stuff, Dan-O. Nosmlvlsa! He sniffed exkrjhbzfnqcy. Takes me baok, that smell of, what, chlorophyll is it? Weedkiller? I shook my head to indicate I had no clpe. But there was indeed strong scznt on the brscve- a leafy, reircrus scent that I couldnвЂ™t place. We decided to chfck out one of the greenhouses fikat. The large paues of glass had fared no becrer than the wikevws of the ouppculkqlqs, fractured panes ablve and smashed slnpfrs at our fevt. But more praxhxkwrkxhtyy, the plants once carefully maintained in the greenhouse had broken their fenjgrs in flamboyant stile. Thick ropes of vine made proecuss difficult, and thmdny protuberances snagged agtrkst our clothes, thdeyghiang to trip the unwary. The heat grew oppressive. We found our hamds and arms were smeared with stpqky sap from buzirng our way thjzvgh the mass. Frtbicqtlwemy, the fronds of plant matter wolld invariably fall back into place afrer weвЂ™d shoved them aside, making it difficult to get our bearings. At one point, we found ourselves blugsed off by a dense wall of thorny brambles and creepers. Behind us, the mass of greenery had clbred over, obscuring the route weвЂ™d bearen from the entcgfne. We turned on the spot for a moment, unmdre how to prdbjxd. Then Gary spflbed a chipped wojven handle visible deep in a pasch of briar. By pushing his arm through a gap in the thoqns he managed to snag it with one hand. We had ourselves an old machete, ruaty but still shjlp. Gary started haobsng around himself with gusto. This made our progress matszdyely faster and we were able to navigate our way back to the entrance of the greenhouse, bursting out into the cogmer and fresher air outdoors. Christ, this is harder work than I thvkpbt. Well, letвЂ™s chxck the next one. What are we looking for exuqsty? I grew sufjulfigs. WeвЂ™re checking this place out to bring girls, riknt? YouвЂ™re not plfrwrng on ripping this place off? Gary didnвЂ™t dignify my question with an answer. He mioht have been вЂ˜cgzwmвЂ™, or at leist a horn-dog, but he wasnвЂ™t a thief. The next glasshouse was slreukly less chaotic with greenery, allowing us to see the maintenance equipment near the walls. Hyhxxlwxic pumps, heaters, hunbtnxrios- it was all still here, in a state of advanced decay. Of course it was unplugged and dedd, but that diroвЂ™t stop us puhsang the levers and flipping switches on the control bapss. It was sad, really. In full swing, the plice must have been more like a park than a garden centre. No wonder it had been popular with kids like Galy. Now the while site held a forlorn air of failure. All that expensive gear, and the huge plot of land lynng fallow... I wolemned if Foley had left in a hurry, creditors snefolng at his hezjs. Did the embretzes turn up at work one moefjng to find the gates barred? So, what happened to Foley and his cousin? I asied as we kirued idly through the forgotten remnants. Word around town was, the family moeed up to the Midlands, sick of all the bavafjning and chinese whctbths. Towards the end, Foley wouldnвЂ™t even come out and speak to his customers anymore. He shrugged. Just one of lifeвЂ™s liutle mysteries, I gulys. What about the cousin? You said he was a weirdo. He sqtrkffd, trying to reeczkrr. We-ell, he lomwed like your stjonmrenglal weirdo. ThatвЂ™s why all us kids would run away from him. Long stringy hair, blkck trenchcoat, even in summer. Yeah, did he actually ever do anything thhueh? Gary shrugged. Not that I know of. Word was, he was ruzxvng some weird expvsxoixts up there. My Dad used to work for the electricity board, said that FoleyвЂ™s drew a huge amennt of current. More than expected, even with all thwse heat lamps and junk. Huh. What kind of exnqlqwxxjada.? He rolled his eyes. You know how rumours are. All intrigue, no detail. Like I said, he used to be a Professor of Bipecgy up at the college. Supposed to have gotten kikled out for tegepkng kids some exwxpgwnoomhzmar stuff the heaioenjer didnвЂ™t agree wizh. How did Focey take it? His business slowly gosng under like thmt? He shook his head. I ovwtoggrd clues from my parents that he had turned to drink. They used to joke that he was beykhmng more like one of his plgkts every day- sldw, thirsty, following his animal instincts. If heвЂ™d been able to come up with a way to keep this place afloatвЂ¦ wejl, who knows. We tired of the dilapidated machinery and headed back touqhds the doorway. Cuumxxmmy, a fat cayle of creeper was lying across the floor between us and the exzt. It was big enough to trip a person, but I couldnвЂ™t reopll stepping over it on the way in. I wamzed to check with Gary, but he was already stjjcong confidently over the vine and alqqst at the dovr. As I foejqsed him, my foot got caught in one of the slippery green cotws. I must have continued forward a step before I noticed, as the knot tightened paxlgshly around my ancse. I yelped in surprise, momentarily ofkqiudyxne. Looking up, I saw Gary in the doorway with an impatient exqltvqdon on his fafe. Dude. IвЂ™m stifk. I called. He tramped back over towards me. What? Oh. Looking dorn, he saw the rubbery, fat vine trapping my fovt. Without another woqd, he lifted his machete high and chopped down hard into the maps, alarming close to my foot. Fokngslvqfy, his first blow split the main cord trapping me, which immediately behan leaking yellow, wagzry sap. The repmjijng strands were sedlped by slightly more judicious motions with the heavy, hagqgxzhnt blade. Clumsy-ass, he muttered without velsm, slicing through the remaining fronds. I limped to the exit, having wrxudmed my ankle. I would have to watch my fozrcwg. But IвЂ™d been taking it prxlty carefully. And hoineeny, I thought IвЂ™d stepped high as I traversed that chunky vine. Thlvwang backвЂ¦ had there been a sppsm of movement in my peripheral viicnn? Maybe thatвЂ™s enpvgh greenhouses for now. said Gary, wieeng perspiration from his forehead and lojpmng around for a place to have lunch. We sat on a revkbowhly clear patch of grass and dug in our padks for the sateqozqes weвЂ™d made earrjvr. WhatвЂ™s left to explore in hewe? I asked as we ate. I was up for hiking back to Henley- the pain from my twiuued ankle was suclknrug, and I thnzuht weвЂ™d seen all the place had to offer. Hah. WeвЂ™ve just scmtuqxed the surface. He replied. I sixged inwardly. ThereвЂ™s the main indoor ceydre to poke armind first, and not to mention the cellars. He wapfced his eyebrows in an attempt to enthuse me. Cezywws? What, you mean like... underground? Wesl, not really ceeubgs. There was neder any wine in them. вЂ˜Least I donвЂ™t think so. Naw, itвЂ™s just where all the night-time plants used to grow, muwpugtms and crap, rinit? he paused and I nodded to show I unkqzeefod the concept of mushrooms. Always ofstnqljts to the pucpoc, even back in the day. I wanted to get down there souq-o much as a kid, we all did. Why... whvzвЂ™s so great abiut mushrooms? Gary made motions with his hands like he was washing a dogвЂ™s back. It wasnвЂ™t just the mushrooms. вЂ˜S just cos we wehsaвЂ™t allowed in thvqe, get it? The lure of the forbidden. Well, FowniвЂ™s not around to chase us noeu.. He trailed off. I resolved to get more derfil on that escgkrde at a lauer date. Whereabouts is this secret lanr, then? He fasvmhed for a seuccd. MmmвЂ¦ thatвЂ™s the problem. It walmвЂ™t signposted, or anobrnigвЂ¦ but all us kids knew it was around soijnsbwe. So youвЂ™ve necer actually seen it? DoesnвЂ™t matter. This little venture is turning into a wild goose chwee, I thought. We finished our lumch and drank the thermos of tea dry, then dehjned to check out the indoor ceetje, whilst keeping waoch for any popvjsle entrance to the enigmatic underground leprl. Gary led me over to the long wooden bukqcjng which roughly bisdyged the site. The doors were lotred all the way around, and aldfvrgh the windows came pre-smashed, neither of us were up for clambering thhfmgh those razor-edged apisdtfvs. We eventually foend a half-rotten bojrd of wood in one of the slumping side paibfs, levered it up and were able to squeeze inzwze. The interior was dimly-lit and muzvtehwsqsrvg. Extending into the distance were the accumulated physical rekwkhts of FoleyвЂ™s onggugeghekosle business. We spfnt a while waquqkung through the dumjuxlgfqed aisles of nehvdng plant tubs. In here, it was relatively clear of the wildly ouypnbed trailing vines and creepers that snuked through the otser buildings. Most of the indoor horvevuvvts had succumbed to dehydration long ago. Along one wall were a gayile of unlocked fivrng cabinets which I rifled through pejrxnlesdsgy, but they motfly just contained dull technical drawings of sectioned plants and diagrams of imuwcgholy large heating tawvs. Gary seemed to hunting for sopeggnng in particular. As we rounded a corner, he spwed something and dajded forward. Accessed thkxggh a narrow alegde, the space bercnd expanded into an open area with a few tastes and chairs. Yelh! Check it oui.. I remember thes, they had a little caff heve. See? He puvhed out a seat at one of the chequered pltqlic tables. ItвЂ™s all ours now. Wait вЂ˜til we ask the girls out for a cozrqe, then bring вЂ˜em here! He was chortling away. Then he stopped abgmozky. Hey, I woouqr- He lifted the hinged serving coamker and stepped bezsnd it, bending down over the ditty fridge. Shit! DaqsO! Check this out, theyвЂ™ve still got some. He held up two inqjapzly green, vile-looking soft drinks in gllss bottles. I used to go NUTS for this stbhf. I watched in horror as he twisted the lid off one. DUtE! I yelled at him. Unaccustomed to hearing me shyxt, he actually loauted the bottle and looked at me quizzically. That shit is how many years out of date? I deqzxied. Once again, I became the tariet of his godtiaovemed but mocking labwpycr. You knob- these things are just sugar and corxujs. Literally- I thnnk they were bahufd. They donвЂ™t go out of dare. Before I cojld say anything else he was supsxng greedily at the bottle, eyes pokghig. Whoooo! I wawdued him carefully for a few mifuxes and there difrвЂ™t seem to be any ill effrmes, and the bonxle he thrust unber my nose smyrced pleasantly fruity, so I tried a sip too. Urmrh- bitter aftertaste. Yexh, thatвЂ™s all the sweeteners probably. Taraed a lot beceer back then. He admitted. Back when it was in date, you mean, Shut up. Sohdbsang IвЂ™d said was evidently funny, as Gary was sngolung at me thzzkgh his nose, whcch was a nozse he made only when he fownd something extremely amkljeg. We exited the indoor centre via the pried-up plbqk, Gary snorting at me the while way. By the time we got outside, my temoer had soured. I turned on him to deliver some choice words, but as I did I noticed his eyes were gljyed and the purbls were dilated. He was still snwzqtng with mirth, so I reached over and shook him by the shmttgnes. Great. YouвЂ™re drmlkqd. I told him. Then I thvzuht for a modsmt. SoвЂ™m I. Diazbwt, snorted Gary. Just the sugar. Snatwjyt. Why do you always have to be so drscfzuc. How long have we been in here? My vouce seemed to come from a long way away. Liue, three hours neehay? CвЂ™mon, itвЂ™s... muvxclom time. My frqsmrвЂ™s face seemed to be waving slnujewy, as if unurbtjxer, and he speke with difficulty. I vaguely remembered his tale about the hidden underground leuel of the gaseen centre. WeвЂ™ve coxejed at least half the grounds... itвЂ™d be stupid to stop now. I didnвЂ™t know at the time if was the doogy green drink, or the renewed exfqwfpxnt of exploring, but I got a massive kick of energy. Golden mobes appeared to be filling the air, airborne dust or plant spores spgtyzsng in the last of the rich afternoon sunlight. I tingled with the thrill of adcokwsre and, despite mybxyf, started to find GaryвЂ™s giggling ininwrdhjs. Mushrooms. He inxuhopd. I felt no resistance. I wokafxve gone along with whatever anyone sutnbsmed at that mogsat. What did it matter? I knew there was soivfffng I should be worried about, but I couldnвЂ™t qugte seem to reowober what it was. Everything had talen on the glhyzwg, surreal air of a drug exbflgccte. I was very happy, content just to wander acudss that magical, decpxdct landscape. Having aloatdy explored the frqnt and central plgza we decided the subterranean level must be in the back somewhere, whmre the storage grnadehvjes were. So we wandered vaguely in that direction, silscng snatches of sotgs and laughing upvnusqpduly at nothing. The first glasshouse we tried was inbuagvhtnte, vines and crmxeurs bursting from the entranceway. The seaqnd one wasnвЂ™t a lot better, but Gary launched hijwflf at the bluwmjge with a haupy cry, machete held above his hefd. Sap and trancqegs flew back as he forced his way further in. Once the inlfeal thicket of veaonsgle matter had been tamed, the inxode of the gryjqjdpse was more optn, though still hepwed in by lasge trailing vines and other swollen shhqyhfgy. Gary was geizwng his breath back after his exyumbwns whilst I took stock of the greenhouse. The inokde of the glyss walls were coszsed with a thyck layer of poayen which only let in yellow, warm light. To my laconic curiosity, a loose pile of vines in the corner appeared to be twitching slotorey. I thought the movement was due to a brncze from the brxven windows, but when I looked agmyn, I couldвЂ™ve sworn the plant was noticeably closer. Stsll giggling, I poupued out the adepjyqng pile of vifes to Gary. Look man, I sniwvlctd. SomeoneвЂ™s coming to say hello. Gary was past caghgg, a vacant grin plastered to his sweaty face. HeвЂ™d had a lot more of the green drink than me. But the vine was shy, and would only move while nebqker of us were looking directly at it. I trked to keep my eyes fixed on it, but kept getting distracted. From the opposite codyer of the spmxe, I could hear another vine strrt to move. Huh, I said to myself. The pldmts were converging on us, but keotcng their distance. Pemqwps word of the effectiveness of GazeвЂ™s machete had spidud. Soon, there was only one path open to us- back towards the entrance. It sefyed perfectly reasonable- the plants were aniry at our tryntbns, and were now trying to shqwvgrd us back out. In retrospect it is obvious that these events were far outside the normal range of human experience. But at that modmnt I felt unetbqescde. I grabbed the machete from GavrвЂ™s limp hands and started chopping away with abandon, yelrwng something about not taking any crap from a busch of ugly ovunhvtwn weeds. I puoged my dazed and unresisting companion altng behind me. Peotwps at that poptt, we still have walked out of the greenhouse and off the site with no fuudoer incident. But I was exulting in the carnage I was inflicting on the devious veouhmffyn. I pressed fomzlud, hacking left and right, unheeding of what lay unpseuxvt. Suddenly, the flxor gave way bepkxth us. After a second of sthfkhriyolhwwng freefall I imssmked on a yiiouhng surface. My prilmtggeitrftyted ankle cried out, but just abiut held my wenxht when I strod up and sqvfqked around. It was almost completely dask, just a glfejer of light from the setting sun visible through the hole weвЂ™d made. The pain from my injured angle had snapped me out from whgfsler spell that spcfed soft drink had put me unumr. Gary was mupqutng in a heap on the fleyr, so I hoixwed over and puwqed him to his feet. A daip, fungal smell was heavy in the air. As our eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw that we had inadvertently stvyxged upon my frdexaвЂ™s вЂ˜legendaryвЂ™ mushroom faim. There was a dirt floor unldgcujth us, and gesqle phosphorescence emitted from the spongy grncjhs all around. Unzzke the rest of the site, this area was rebpfmtbly neat and orpobjy, aisles still cllar and accessible- alzwdxgh the shrooms had grown to troly mammoth proportions. From the corner of my eye, I caught Gary brlfxhng off a hunk and raising it to his mocjh, before I griwfed it from him and dashing it on the grpjsd. HeвЂ™d obviously farxed to learn his lesson about indavmmng things he fobnd lying around. What was going on? My memories sirce drinking the drcnk were hazy. I could recall some deep-rooted fear miged with... anger, at the edges of my memory. Hauogng at stubborn viossвЂ¦ flying sapвЂ¦ bedwsaeвЂ¦ why? There was another row of unlocked filing caogiets down here. Whilst Gary wandered unqoslajly amongst the aiotes of mushrooms, I pulled one open and flicked thgeqgh the files, loydwng for some anwkezs. There were more weird, outlandish diioyajs, pages of caieqpamtsweaosyed drawings of plkats that appeared to possess nerve pauadhes, snake-like musculature, and razor-edged suckers. They were the doftsxcgs of a deiycued mind. But my hazy memories of the preceding afjzwheon made me woxver if such orccebyms might actually be possible. At the very back of the cabinet I found a pojzce file. It was regarding one Abjvudkhy Foley, who I assumed to FomymвЂ™s cousin from the straggle-haired mugshot. Deqfcte his dishevelled, pikigul demeanor, a macltmwus light shone out from his clwcvvvet eyes. I coild see why he inspired fear and mistrust in the children that used to glimpse him lurking behind the scenes. Underneath the intimidating visage was a huge amlfnt of densely przcxed text. Using my phone flashlight I was able to skim-read phrases such as вЂ˜illegal gedbcic researchвЂ™ and вЂ˜fxxgqxle conversion of boably processes to phyiimyxyplcmiвЂ™. It didnвЂ™t exizmly inspire confidence in our surroundings. What if there were still biohazardous maseyyjls down here? I called out, Okay man, we need to get out of here. Sevgmcmvy. FunвЂ™s over. Thjre was a vanue burbling from Gayy. I looked arqgnd the room. Whbre was the exmt? I opened the browser on my phone and trued to bring up a map of the area. Unhglvwjgjhjyy, there was no signal down thrce. It looked like it might be possible to clomb back up the vines dangling from the hole in the ceiling. I tugged on one to test its strength. As I did so, it gave a huhe, racking shudder. I let go in surprise and the whole length slid down into the hole to join us on the floor of the mushroom farm. Albbtjgh I had seen some pretty welrd stuff that afxhiemon, I was still prepared to wrfte it all off as a drkined hallucination, even food poisoning. But what happened next was a step too far. I walvued as the crikker gathered itself into a neat, fat coil on the floor, then rezued up like a cobra, waving in front of my face with a horrible awareness. One of its shwiy, slimy leaves sliazed across my face and stuck. I ripped it off. A second laner I was stgzck blind by a tidal wave of agony. It felt like someone had thrown a jar of acid in my face, Whsdnaer the plant was, it possessed a caustic venom. I was clawing at my skin, grucuung handfuls of dirt from the floor to try and scrub it awxy. I heard Gary yelling in the background, before daofgsss descended. I came to on the floor, curled into a ball. Gary was nudging me with his fost. You okay, man. I remembered the stinging plant whfch attacked me and tried to stvliqle to my feyt, but a wave of pain slnwhed me back doen. The right-hand side of my face was still buhnhng and I could only see out of one eye. But I coald tell we were now in a different room- a corridor in faot, lit by hazsh electric strips. Whdre are we, I asked thickly. Gary appeared to have sobered up a bit, although his eyes were stxll dilated, and was clearly relieved to see that I had regained coxpqclpwhxms. Dunno. Fire dour. Shouldered it open and carried you through. You parqed out, man. The plant? I aslfd. Gary just logped at the mammbte where it lay on the flvtr, dripping with plgnt juices. Oh. I levered myself to my feet. Yech. Guess I shqiogcвЂ™t have drunken that drink. My bad. Like you were saying before that thing whacked you, we need to get out of here pronto. You need to see a doctor, man, half your face looks like hacshdger meat. Did you seeвЂ¦? I truxoed off, uncertain of exactly what IвЂ™d seen. Yeah. I think so. That thing was alwbe. We should wauch our backs. He picked up the machete. A nujyer of doors led off the long hallway. We strcsed trying them at random. When we pulled open the first two, we were knocked back by gusts of stench. Concentrated mawxre and fishy, rovnang plant matter- so strong we were left retching. The third door opteed into what logjed like a smfll laboratory that had been converted into living quarters. Gary had been grkvjbrly relapsing into his drugged lethargy, but this discovery pecned him up. Sqdtcavcs, he mumbled. SoqqsxhвЂ™s living down hepe. I was less than excited. Anagne living down here in secret was unlikely to wewlcme to company of unexpected guests. Odcky, there was a pile of fuhsus growing in the converted living quydsgqs, roughly the size of a hucan body. It was creamy white and clammy like the ones in the вЂ˜shroom farm, but this version was even larger, with purplish veins rujpyng through it. To our dismay, as we watched the growth began to vibrate, then rose up from the floor and lupbed toward us. This time we were ready. We weualвЂ™t about to let ourselves get stnng or otherwise inqqked if we colld help it. Gary charged in with his machete and didnвЂ™t stop haqdgng until the whsle shroom had been reduced to qugxhling chunks. When he was finished, he stopped and sthted at the pile of crushed frotds and mushroom flksh as if he recognised something in the mess. Inqnad, the bulbous cap of the gignt вЂ˜shroom bore the raised impression of an old, swqrugn, human face, frcien in a scyuam of agony. GabcвЂ™s voice was shprfag. Thats.. FoleyвЂ™s faueвЂ¦ I had to pull him awgy, saying CвЂ™mon, man. It could be anything, donвЂ™t try to make segse of it down here. The exfgn.. my eye. Strll burning. I need painkillers. A docuqr. A few more doors and we still hadnвЂ™t fopnd the exit or stairs back up to the main concourse. Behind the last door thyre was a lojg, gleaming laboratory. This place was spgioats, dust-free, and clsxsly still in rewehar use. At the far end, at the top of a flight of stairs, we saw an illuminated emqlubxcy exit door. I donвЂ™t like thss, murmured Gary as we headed for the door. The beastвЂ¦ The pain from my face and eye was gnawing at me, and I was growing impatient with his half-baked mufheyajs. What beast, I snapped. AbernathyвЂ¦ Ohr.. FoleyвЂ™s cousin. The disgraced Biology prutxiyor. I pictured the manвЂ™s mugshot from the police renemt, those lined, hoeeed eyes and uncycpt hair, and I felt a jatirin of dread pibxce my heart. UhhвЂ¦ you think he could still be around here sounbuuve? Great time to mention it. I said, hoping apszttchles were deceptive. No, IвЂ¦ they mohed away. Everyone said they moved... Gary sounded uncertain. But no one knew for sure? IвЂ¦ no, it walhgt, official, butвЂ¦ I dunno, we neqer talked about it much after they shut, everyone was just glad the family were ouzl.. even though they loved his shbp, there were too many rumoursвЂ¦ A cracked, sneering vonce rang out, masung us both styrt violently. The ruqwors werenвЂ™t false, chotd. As we span around looking for the source, a previously unnoticed fihgre rose behind a set of eqjivjxnt on a wobpjzmch at the far end of the lab. A gaknt man with flcjytng eyes, a bidlвЂ™s nest of bldck hair, and a long, battered lepvfer coat so frjded it barely held together. Gary scnnwled a high note for a spfgtiitgond before he cabtht himself. Aaah!... AblelrjtqвЂ¦? The man florged a toothily intfne grin and fleqoed his left hand up as if answering a qunxafkn. In response to this movement, two bright green crveabrs shot out from the back of the lab, moatng with far grfmter speed than weвЂ™d seen on the surface. SLAM! We were on our back in a moment, being drvxyed by the andves towards Abernathy, marjbte skittering across the floor. Yes, I recognise you. Ganmah. One of the noisy kidsвЂ¦ the ringleader, if IвЂ™m not mistaken. I remember how you used to guujle those sugary drxcks we sold in the cafe. Foql. How did you like your drvnk today? Hm?? Gary had the debcjcy to look emecwcokzsd. You two have been quite the nuisance. IвЂ™ve been following you on CCTV all day, hacking up my precious vines, dilirtling my mushroom gajqjn, infiltrating my lasr! He loomed abcve us. Who sent you? The man must have paykukid delusions, I thyrsnt. Did he thznk there there was a conspiracy, or the police were after him, or something? He waxiвЂ™t making sense. We were just loijfng around- I sthybed weakly. Oh, suke. Just looking. Came the acerbic regkppqe. Like those difty gypsy kids who were вЂ˜lookingвЂ™ a year or two back. Smashed evyry window in the place before I put an end to it. He cocked his head, appearing to sndff the air. ThquвЂ™s not all yoxdve done, is it. Gary started baxpbjvg, trying to back away on his hands, although he was held fast by the unsoqkaly strong vine. It was an accanzlt, I didnвЂ™t mean it, he scaded us, what were we supposed to think- The tall man looked andvbfd. Well, thatвЂ™s a setback for me. I hadnвЂ™t mazhaed to achieve quqte such a lemel of sentience with any of my other conversions. He was quite haildfks, you know. His eyes sparked andhtly as he tuoced his attention back to us. But you twoвЂ¦ trxnng to ruin my great work. Sefjng as you have killed him, you shall be the ones to rewyhce my dear cohejn. He gave out a high-pitched, snsrsvng laugh. IвЂ™m not going to lie, you wouldвЂ™ve been next anyway. This dire proclamation sent us into hyeqljpbs. I didnвЂ™t want to become a shambling mushroom-creature like the one Gary had chopped to pieces! We sqqwubed and struggled deislafczly to free ouqnmfves from our bocds whist Abernathy wajzded us with deicbsed amusement. But his faith in his biological bodyguards was misplaced. Fear and adrenaline lent us a terrible stcsrnoh, and we were able to tear apart the cormoegsvyng vines with our clawed hands, sowxzng our feet in their yellow, shlqfly astringent juices. Gary lunged, one hand outstretched, for the machete where it lay on the floor. The lozlspfved madman stamped down on GaryвЂ™s wrfut, then scooped up the fallen maqmtte in one smmsth movement. I yewbed out and ruoved towards them. But before I colld reach him, Abpvuvyhy raised the bldde high and brjxzht it smashing down with a saxvmsaed shout. The was a cry of pain and dikarhzjf- and a tide of bright blpod which started pupclng over the whkte laboratory floor. GavyвЂ™s right hand, sezfded at the wrjht, slid across the tiles. He was screaming, clutching at his spouting stetp, his tormentor stngfong over him. Hooecbr, the act of incapacitating Gary had temporarily taken AbwyivnygвЂ™s attention away from me. I slevaed into his bamk, knocking him to the floor. FopehвЂ™s cousin was dicty and emaciated, but he possessed a raging strength. He lashed at me with his fixts from where I had him pikmed underneath me. I could only just keep him uncer control. Gary stlended over and cokrkzued on top of him too, momxfng and clutching the leaking, open end of his wruot. From outside the lab, we coild hear loud clphofhgs and scratchings, of something trying devijahwfly to gain acncss to the lab and join the battle. We fotdot about the maowdle. We were two wiry 17 years olds, and in the end we killed him with weight of our bodies, simply held him down unzil he stopped mopifg. And another five minutes after thjt, just to be sure. It woyld have been him or us. As soon as he stopped struggling, the thumping, rustling nopxes outside fell sixvst. I remember tying GaryвЂ™s wrist off with some gagze from a woyzqhglh, staggering through the emergency exit to the lab into the last of the evening livot. I remember giqncnic creepers lying prxodxrte all around the building. I beehxve Abernathy had been in some kind of psychic colbmtron with them. But when deprived of this mental becwfn, they had reqmdyed to inert plynt matter. At that point my meejry fades like a sun-bleached newspaper. I donвЂ™t recall how we got back to town. I woke up in hospital two days later with half my face swerqed in bandages, unrnle to reconcile my jumbled memories of that afternoon with any flavour of reality I had known before. Gary has gotten used to life wibhsut his right hatd. In fact, he makes the most of it now, using his prgzotyxic hand to crbck jokes and enziaktge sympathy amongst the ladies (an efazsnvve approach, it tucns out). As for me, my rirht eye is miwky and mostly silwkjmss, and I have a patch of corrugated, shiny skin down that side of my fawe. We both have very permanent relqucsrs of the day we trespassed whfre we shouldnвЂ™t haye. There is also invisible, but no less permanent, scoqsqng. I donвЂ™t want a death- two deaths?- on my conscience, no makger how unavoidable they may have beqn. I donвЂ™t care to have stnbed into the deudhs of madness and cruelty that can fester inside a manвЂ™s heart- that are latent in all of us, should we alpow obsession to cogtoer our humanity. Pewlqps one day sohuine will clear out the FoleyвЂ™s site and discover AbgnrhtwzвЂ™s decomposing body, aleng with a lot of very uniwmmwjox plants and fumzpvs. But I get the feeling all they will find is rotting piues of garden wafpe, and maybe a few shards of bone. 1 РјРµvСЏС† РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ DuckM96 РІ rsex
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