Ghostfinders 01 - Ghost of a Chance

been strictly forbidden! You know that! The living and the dead cannot join together! It’s . . . unnatural!”
    “So it’s all right to eat ghosts,” said JC. “But not love them?”
    “Yes! Exactly!” said Natasha. “Pervert!”
    “Ectophile!” said Erik. “I may puke.”
    “That’s enough,” said JC, and immediately Natasha and Erik looked away, unable to meet his gaze, even muffled behind sunglasses.
    And then everyone on the platform looked round sharply, as the sound of something large and heavy approaching blasted out of the far tunnel-mouth. The deafening roar drew steadily nearer, building and building until the platform itself began to shake and tremble beneath their feet.
    “What the hell . . . ?” said Melody.
    “It’s not a train,” said Happy. “Doesn’t sound even a bit like a train.”
    “Could be another hell train,” said JC, again moving automatically to put his body between Kim and danger.
    “I don’t think so,” she said.
    And then a great dark tidal wave of crimson blood slammed out of the tunnel-mouth, pouring into the station and swamping the rails. More blood gushed out of the other tunnel-mouth, and when the two crimson waves met in the middle of the station, they pounded together so hard the blood flew up to slap the ceiling. More blood came pouring in, blasting out of both tunnel-mouths at once as though it was under tremendous pressure, forced on by more behind. Gallons and gallons of the dark red blood poured in, as though an ocean of blood had found an opening into the everyday world. The stench was appalling, filling the air. The level of the blood rose quickly, lapping against the side of the platform. By the time they had all gathered their senses enough to start backing away, the blood had already overrun the edge of the platform and spilled across the yellow safety line. And still more blood came rushing in, from both sides at once. JC turned to the exit, only to step quickly aside as a great rush of blood surged through the archway, spilling across the platform. Everyone backed quickly away.
    Kim hovered in mid air, keeping her feet well above the rising level of blood; but the others had no such escape. The blood was already up to their ankles and rising fast. The spoiled-carrion stench of the stuff was overpowering. Melody glared at Happy.
    “Is this real? Or another illusion?”
    “Of course it’s real, it’s already past my ankles! Can’t you smell it? This is extremely real blood; though I hate to think where it’s all coming from.”
    “Not just blood,” said Erik. He dipped a fingertip into the rising blood and sucked it thoughtfully. “This is human blood.”
    “How can you be so sure?” said Melody.
    “Trust me,” said Natasha. “You really don’t want to know.”
    “I think you can forget about rescuing any of those poor lost commuters,” said Erik. “I wonder what it’s done with the bones . . .”
    “Look, this blood really is rising very quickly,” said Happy. “If we don’t find a way out of here soon, we’re going to be swimming in the stuff. Until it reaches the ceiling . . .”
    JC looked at him, then at Natasha. “You’re telepaths. Our enemy has to be behind this, controlling the blood. So, working together, could you disrupt his control?”
    “Not a hope in hell,” said Happy. “We have to find a way out of here!”
    “Keep calm, man,” said JC. “Panic never solved anything.”
    “It’s always worked for me!” said Happy.
    JC produced his monkey’s paw and activated the Hand of Glory. The others stared at the thing, fascinated.
    “Where the hell did you get that?” said Melody, genuinely shocked.
    “Yes, JC,” said Natasha. “Where did a Goody Two-shoes like you get hold of a forbidden artefact like that?”
    “Could you get me one, too?” said Erik.
    “A Hand of Glory can reveal hidden doors and exits,” said JC, waving the Hand this way and that. “But unfortunately . . . it seems there aren’t any. What you see is what you get; and they’re all full of blood.”
    “I need some of my pills,” said Happy.
    “Could I have some, too?” said Erik.
    Melody lost her footing and fell, slipping under the rising blood. Happy surged forward, blood splashing up against his chest. He thrust an unerring hand beneath the surface, grabbed Melody, and hauled her back up onto her feet again. She clung to him, hacking and coughing, soaked in blood. Happy held her until she got her second wind, then