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(
then
REDRUM
)
(
Come
out
here
and
take
your
medicine
,
you
fucking
crybaby
!
)
Oh
and
he
could
hear
the
owner
of
that
voice
coming
,
coming
for
him
,
charging
up
the
hall
like
a
tiger
in
an
alien
blue
-
black
jungle
.
A
man
-
eater
.
(
Come
out
here
,
you
little
son
of
a
bitch
!
)
If
he
could
get
to
the
stairs
going
down
,
if
he
could
get
off
this
third
floor
,
he
might
be
all
right
.
Even
the
elevator
.
If
he
could
remember
what
had
been
forgotten
.
But
it
was
dark
and
in
his
terror
he
had
lost
his
orientation
.
He
had
turned
down
one
corridor
and
then
another
,
his
heart
leaping
into
his
mouth
like
a
hot
’
lump
of
ice
,
fearing
that
each
turn
would
bring
him
face
to
face
with
the
human
tiger
in
these
halls
.
The
booming
was
right
behind
him
now
,
the
awful
hoarse
shouting
.
The
whistle
the
head
of
the
mallet
made
cutting
through
the
air
(
roque
…
stroke
…
roque
…
stroke
…
REDRUM
)
before
it
crashed
into
the
wall
.
The
soft
whisper
of
feet
on
the
jungle
carpet
.
Panic
squirting
in
his
mouth
like
bitter
juice
.
(
You
will
remember
what
was
forgotten
…
but
would
he
?
What
was
it
?
)
