KARANLIKTAN GELEN ISLIK<\/p>\n
Griswell aniden uyand\u0131, her uzvu yakla\u015fan tehlikeyle birlikte uyu\u015fuyordu. Delirmi\u015f gibi bak\u0131nd\u0131, ilk ba\u015fta nerede oldu\u011funu ya da orada ne yap\u0131yor oldu\u011funu hat\u0131rlayamad\u0131. Ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131, tozlu pencereden i\u00e7eri s\u00fcz\u00fclerek y\u00fcksek tavanl\u0131 bo\u015f oday\u0131 ayd\u0131nlatt\u0131, ruhani ve yabanc\u0131 duran siyah \u015f\u00f6mineye bakakald\u0131. Sonra, \u00f6r\u00fcmcek a\u011flar\u0131 gibi sar\u0131lan uykusundan s\u0131yr\u0131ld\u0131, nerede oldu\u011funu ve nas\u0131l oraya geldi\u011fini hat\u0131rlad\u0131. Ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131 \u00e7evirdi ve hemen yerde yan\u0131nda yatan arkada\u015f\u0131na bakt\u0131. John Branner idi ama parlak ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n ayd\u0131nlatt\u0131\u011f\u0131 karanl\u0131kta belli belirsiz devasa \u015fekliyle orada duruyordu. Griswell onu neyin uyand\u0131rd\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 hat\u0131rlamaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Evden \u00e7\u0131t yoktu, uzaklardaki \u00e7aml\u0131kta ac\u0131 ac\u0131 \u00f6ten bayku\u015fun sesinden ba\u015fka ses duyulmuyordu. \u015eimdi silik bir an\u0131 yakalam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Bu bir r\u00fcyayd\u0131, onu uykusundan uyand\u0131ran korku ve belirsizlikle dolu bir k\u00e2bus. Haf\u0131zas\u0131 bir anda geri d\u00f6nd\u00fc, i\u011fren\u00e7 bir tasvir zihnine g\u00fc\u00e7l\u00fc bir \u015fekilde da\u011fland\u0131. Yoksa bir hayal miydi?<\/p>\n
Muhakkak \u00f6yle olmal\u0131yd\u0131, fakat garip bir bi\u00e7imde son ya\u015fanan olaylarla \u00f6ylesine harmanlanm\u0131\u015ft\u0131 ki ger\u00e7e\u011fin nerede bitti\u011fini ve hayalin nerede ba\u015flad\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 bilmek \u00e7ok g\u00fc\u00e7t\u00fc. Belli belirsiz, son uyan\u0131k saatlerini b\u00fct\u00fcn detaylar\u0131yla hat\u0131rlar gibi oldu. Ans\u0131z\u0131n r\u00fcya tekrar ba\u015flad\u0131, John Branner ve onun \u015fu anda yat\u0131yor olduklar\u0131 eve ilk girdikleri an zihninde canlanmaya ba\u015flad\u0131. Hoplaya z\u0131playa tak\u0131rdayan engebeli eski yollardan, bodur \u00e7am orman\u0131n\u0131 ge\u00e7mi\u015flerdi, o ve John Branner zevk ve e\u011flence aray\u0131\u015f\u0131yla New England’daki evlerinden \u00e7ok uzaklarda ba\u015f\u0131bo\u015f dola\u015f\u0131yorlard\u0131. G\u00fcne\u015f arkalar\u0131nda batarken vah\u015fi otlar ve \u00e7al\u0131lar\u0131n ortas\u0131nda y\u00fckselen t\u0131rabzanl\u0131 balkonuyla eski eve do\u011fru yakla\u015ft\u0131lar. K\u0131z\u0131l g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131na kar\u015f\u0131 siyah, \u0131ss\u0131z, \u00e7orak ve \u00e7am a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131yla kapat\u0131lm\u0131\u015f haldeki ev d\u00fc\u015f\u00fcncelerine h\u00fckmetti. Yorgunlard\u0131, ormanl\u0131k arazide ite kaka yol ald\u0131klar\u0131ndan b\u0131km\u0131\u015flard\u0131. Eski \u0131ss\u0131z ev, sava\u015f \u00f6ncesi ihti\u015fam\u0131 ve nihai \u00e7\u00fcr\u00fcmesinin izi ile zihinlerini d\u00fcrtt\u00fc. Arabay\u0131 engebeli yolda b\u0131rakt\u0131lar ve d\u00f6neme\u00e7li ufalanan ta\u015flar\u0131 \u00e7\u0131karken az kals\u0131n birbirine girmi\u015f otlar\u0131n aras\u0131nda kaybolacaklard\u0131 ki, t\u0131rabzanlardaki g\u00fcvercinler aceleyle y\u00fckseldi, t\u00fcyl\u00fc kalabal\u0131k \u00e7arpan kanatlar\u0131n hafif bir g\u00fcmb\u00fcrt\u00fcs\u00fcyle yok oldu. Me\u015fe kap\u0131, k\u0131r\u0131k mente\u015feleri \u00fcst\u00fcnde \u00e7\u00f6km\u00fc\u015f. Kal\u0131n toz tabakas\u0131 lo\u015f holden ve oradan yukar\u0131 do\u011fru y\u00fckselen geni\u015f basamaklara kadar her yeri kaplam\u0131\u015ft\u0131. Giri\u015fin kar\u015f\u0131s\u0131ndaki bir kap\u0131dan d\u00f6nd\u00fcler ve bo\u015f, tozlu k\u00f6\u015felerden kal\u0131nca parlayan \u00f6r\u00fcmcek a\u011flar\u0131yla dolu bir odaya girdiler. Toz, b\u00fcy\u00fck \u015f\u00f6minedeki k\u00fcllerin \u00fczerinde de kal\u0131n bir tabaka halinde devam ediyordu. Odun toplay\u0131p ate\u015f yakmak i\u00e7in konu\u015ftular ama bu fikirden d\u00f6nd\u00fcler. G\u00fcne\u015f batar batmaz karanl\u0131k bast\u0131rd\u0131, \u00e7am a\u011fa\u00e7lar\u0131n\u0131n yo\u011fun, siyah, mutlak karanl\u0131\u011f\u0131. \u00c7\u0131ng\u0131rakl\u0131 y\u0131lanlar\u0131n ve bak\u0131r kafalar\u0131n G\u00fcney ormanlar\u0131na musallat olduklar\u0131n\u0131 biliyorlard\u0131, bu y\u00fczden karanl\u0131kta el yordam\u0131yla yakacak odun arama zahmetine girmediler. \u0130dareten konserveden yiyip bo\u015f \u015f\u00f6minenin \u00f6n\u00fcnde battaniyelerine sar\u0131ld\u0131lar ve an\u0131nda uykuya dald\u0131lar.<\/p>\n
Bu k\u0131smen Griswell’ in r\u00fcyas\u0131yd\u0131.K\u0131z\u0131l g\u00fcn bat\u0131m\u0131na kar\u015f\u0131 y\u00fckselen metruk, \u0131ss\u0131z evi tekrar g\u00f6rd\u00fc, bitkin bir halde Branner ile ilerlerken g\u00fcvercinlerin u\u00e7u\u015funu da g\u00f6rd\u00fc. \u015eimdi yat\u0131yor olduklar\u0131 lo\u015f oday\u0131 g\u00f6rd\u00fc, battaniyelerine sar\u0131lm\u0131\u015f tozlu yerde yatan kendisini ve yolda\u015f\u0131n\u0131 iki form olarak g\u00f6rd\u00fc. Bu noktadan itibaren r\u00fcyas\u0131 inceden inceye de\u011fi\u015fti, alan\u0131n basitli\u011finden \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131 ve korkuyla \u00e7\u0131nlamaya ba\u015flad\u0131. Kayna\u011f\u0131 belirsiz g\u00fcm\u00fc\u015f ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131yla ayd\u0131nlat\u0131lm\u0131\u015f lo\u015f, bulan\u0131k bir odaya bak\u0131yordu. Odada tek bir pencere dahi yoktu. Fakat g\u00fcm\u00fc\u015f \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n alt\u0131nda \u00fc\u00e7 tane yan yana havada as\u0131l\u0131 sessiz fig\u00fcr g\u00f6rd\u00fc, sessizlikleri ve hatlar\u0131 \u00fcrpertici bir korku uyand\u0131rd\u0131. Ses seda yoktu, ama karanl\u0131k bir k\u00f6\u015fede sinmi\u015f bir varl\u0131\u011f\u0131n deh\u015fetini ve cinnetini hissetti. Aniden, b\u00fcy\u00fck \u015f\u00f6minenin \u00f6n\u00fcne tozlu y\u00fcksek tavanl\u0131 odaya geri d\u00f6nd\u00fc. Battaniyesinin i\u00e7inde yat\u0131yordu, gergin bir \u015fekilde lo\u015f kap\u0131dan karanl\u0131k odaya do\u011fru, giri\u015ften yakla\u015f\u0131k yedi ad\u0131m yukarda ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n merdiven korkulu\u011funu ayd\u0131nlatt\u0131\u011f\u0131 yere bak\u0131yordu.<\/p>\n
Ve merdivenlerde bir \u015fey vard\u0131, bi\u00e7imsiz, e\u011fik, g\u00f6lgemsi bir \u015fey ve kesinlikle \u0131\u015f\u0131k huzmesine do\u011fru yakla\u015fm\u0131yordu. Ancak y\u00fcz olabilecek soluk sar\u0131 bulan\u0131k bir surat onlara do\u011fru d\u00f6nd\u00fc, merdivende \u00e7\u00f6km\u00fc\u015f gibiydi, arkada\u015f\u0131na ve ona bak\u0131yordu. Serin bir korku damarlar\u0131ndan yay\u0131ld\u0131 ve i\u015fte o anda uyand\u0131 tabi e\u011fer ger\u00e7ekten uyuyordu ise.<\/p>\n\t
THE WHISTLER IN THE DARK<\/p>\n
Griswell awoke suddenly, every nerve tingling with a premonition of imminent peril. He stared about wildly, unable at first to remember where he was, or what he was doing there. Moonlight filtered in through the dusty windows, and the great empty room with its lofty ceiling and gaping black fireplace was spectral and unfamiliar. Then as he emerged from the clinging cobwebs of his recent sleep, he remembered where he was and how he came to be there. He twisted his head and stared at his companion, sleeping on the floor near him. John Branner was but a vaguely bulking shape in the darkness that the moon scarcely grayed.<\/p>\n
Griswell tried to remember what had awakened him. There was no sound in the house, no sound outside except the mournful hoot of an owl, far away in the piny woods. Now he had captured the illusive memory. It was a dream, a nightmare so filled with dim terror that it had frightened him awake. Recollection flooded back, vividly etching the abominable vision.<\/p>\n
Or was it a dream? Certainly it must have been, but it had blended so curiously with recent actual events that it was difficult to know where reality left off and fantasy began.<\/p>\n
Dreaming, he had seemed to relive his past few waking hours, in accurate detail. The dream had begun, abruptly, as he and John Branner came in sight of the house where they now lay. They had come rattling and bouncing over the stumpy, uneven old road that led through the pinelands, he and John Branner, wandering far afield from their New England home, in search of vacation pleasure. They had sighted the old house with its balustraded galleries rising amidst a wilderness of weeds and bushes, just as the sun was setting behind it. It dominated their fancy, rearing black and stark and gaunt against the low lurid rampart of sunset, barred by the black pines.<\/p>\n
They were tired, sick of bumping and pounding all day over woodland roads. The old deserted house stimulated their imagination with its suggestion of antebellum splendor and ultimate decay. They left the automobile beside the rutty road, and as they went up the winding walk of crumbling bricks, almost lost in the tangle of rank growth, pigeons rose from the balustrades in a fluttering, feathery crowd and swept away with a low thunder of beating wings.<\/p>\n
The oaken door sagged on broken hinges. Dust lay thick on the floor of the wide, dim hallway, on the broad steps of the stair that mounted up from the hall. They turned into a door opposite the landing, and entered a large room, empty, dusty, with cobwebs shining thickly in the corners. Dust lay thick over the ashes in the great fireplace.<\/p>\n
They discussed gathering wood and building a fire, but decided against it. As the sun sank, darkness came quickly, the thick, black, absolute darkness of the pinelands. They knew that rattlesnakes and copperheads haunted Southern forests, and they did not care to go groping for firewood in the dark. They ate frugally from tins, then rolled in their blankets fully clad before the empty fireplace, and went instantly to sleep.<\/p>\n
This, in part, was what Griswell had dreamed. He saw again the gaunt house looming stark against the crimson sunset; saw the flight of the pigeons as he and Branner came up the shattered walk. He saw the dim room in which they presently lay, and he saw the two forms that were himself and his companion, lying wrapped in their blankets on the dusty floor. Then from that point his dream altered subtly, passed out of the realm of the commonplace and became tinged with fear. He was looking into a vague, shadowy chamber, lit by the gray light of the moon which streamed in from some obscure source. For there was no window in that room. But in the gray light he saw three silent shapes that hung suspended in a row, and their stillness and their outlines woke chill horror in his soul. There was no sound, no word, but he sensed a Presence of fear and lunacy crouching in a dark corner… Abruptly he was back in the dusty, high-ceilinged room, before the great fireplace.<\/p>\n
He was lying in his blankets, staring tensely through the dim door and across the shadowy hall, to where a beam of moonlight fell across the balustraded stair, some seven steps up from the landing. And there was something on the stair, a bent, misshapen, shadowy thing that never moved fully into the beam of light. But a dim yellow blur that might have been a face was turned toward him, as if something crouched on the stair, regarding him and his companion. Fright crept chilly through his veins, and it was then that he awoke-if indeed he had been asleep.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"1938’de yay\u0131mlanan Robert E. Howard’\u0131n Pigeons From Hell kitab\u0131n\u0131n ilk hikayesinin birinci b\u00f6l\u00fcm\u00fc sizlerle.","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":969,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,140],"tags":[126,127],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/968"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=968"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/968\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}