The Taking

Bethany believed their parents were alive, although they-and the maternal grandmother who lived with them-had "gone through the ceiling," during the night, leaving the children to defend themselves.
        Later, when the power went off, the three kids had become too frightened to remain at home. They had fled two blocks through the rain to the protection of the church. Where evil found them.
        … gone through the ceiling…
        Under the sea of purple fog, in this dim mortuary light of the drowned sun, with the trolls and menaces of another world set loose in unknowable numbers and forms, Molly had to remain alert to every shadow, which might be simply a shadow or instead a mortal threat. On the move and in a hurry, she couldn't concentrate on conversation intently enough to finesse from Eric, Elric, and Bethany a coherent explanation of exactly what they meant by "gone through the ceiling."
        The children hurried with her, eager to share what they had witnessed.
        "Just floated up out of the family room," said six-year-old Bethany, who seemed to have rebounded with remarkable resilience from the trauma of having dangled, baitlike, above the basement lair of the insectile horror.
        Elric said, "Floated like astronauts with no gravity."
        "We ran upstairs," Eric said.
        "And we found them in our folks' bedroom, but they kept going up," said Elric.
        Bethany said, "I was scared."
        "We all were," said the twins simultaneously.
        "Not Grandma. She wasn't scared."
        "She went crazy," Eric declared.
        Bethany took offense. "She did not."
        "Fully, totally nut-ball," Eric insisted. "Laughing. I heard her laughing."
        From a nearby backyard or alleyway came the weeping of a woman, which might have arisen in fact from a grieving mother or a desolate widow, but Molly wouldn't have bet on either.
        In normal times, she would have gone at once to investigate these lamentations, to offer assistance, consolation. Now she dared spend her compassion only on the children. These cries of anguish and woe were a lure, and her pity would be repaid with a hook, a gaff, a gutting.
        She walked faster, thinking of Cassie at the tavern, in the care of the drunk and the self-deluded, and the Crudup children matched her pace.
        "Anyway, whether Grandma went crazy or not, that was later," said Elric. "First we ran upstairs and saw how they came through the floor from the family room."
        Eric said, "And then they floated right up through the bedroom ceiling, too."
        "They grabbed at us," said Bethany, "like maybe we could weigh them down, but we were scared, and anyway they couldn't hold us."
        "They could never hold on to us or anything." Eric sounded angry about offenses committed long before the taking of the earth had begun.
        "When it happened again later," Elric remembered, "I tried to hold Grandma by the foot."
        Bethany said, "And I held Elric 'cause I was afraid he'd go right up with her."
        Bewildered by this tale, which on any other night would have sounded like a report of a nightmare or a hallucination and might have been easily dismissed, Molly said, "What do you mean through the ceiling?"
        "Through," said Eric. "Like the ceiling wasn't solid at all, just a dream of a ceiling."
        Elric said, "Like when a magician puts his assistant in a box and saws her in half, and the blade goes right through her legs but she isn't hurt and the blade isn't bent."
        "We thought we would float up, too, since they did," Bethany recalled, "but we didn't."
        Eric said, "We climbed the pull-down ladder into the attic, and they were screaming up there."
        "Not Grandma," Bethany reminded him.
        "No. She was getting ready to go crazy later."
        "Not true."
        "Is true."
        "Anyway," Elric continued, "they were screaming and trying to hold on to things, like the attic rafters."
        Eric said, "Screaming at me and Elric, 'You little bastards, do something.' "
        "They used lots of words, all worse than 'bastards,' " Bethany said. "But we agreed months ago never to talk like they do."
        "We would've done something," Eric said, "but there wasn't anything we could do, and they couldn't hold, so they went right through the roof."
        They turned the corner into a street where half the trees were festooned with gray