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The
old
fairy
tale
book
had
depicted
her
discovery
in
ghastly
,
loving
detail
.
The
image
was
burned
on
Danny
’
s
mind
.
The
severed
heads
of
Bluebeard
’
s
seven
previous
wives
were
in
the
room
,
each
one
on
its
own
pedestal
,
the
eyes
turned
up
to
whites
,
the
mouths
unhinged
and
gaping
in
silent
screams
.
They
were
somehow
balanced
on
necks
ragged
from
the
broadsword
’
s
decapitating
swing
,
and
there
was
blood
running
down
the
pedestals
.
Terrified
,
she
had
turned
to
flee
from
the
room
and
the
castle
,
only
to
discover
Bluebeard
standing
in
the
doorway
,
his
terrible
eyes
blazing
.
"
I
told
you
not
to
enter
this
room
,
"
Bluebeard
said
,
unsheathing
his
sword
.
"
Alas
,
in
your
curiosity
you
are
like
the
other
seven
,
and
though
I
loved
you
best
of
all
your
ending
shall
be
as
was
theirs
.
Prepare
to
die
,
wretched
woman
!
"
It
seemed
vaguely
to
Danny
that
the
story
had
bad
a
happy
ending
,
but
that
had
paled
to
insignificance
beside
the
two
dominant
images
:
the
taunting
,
maddening
locked
door
with
some
great
secret
behind
it
,
and
the
grisly
secret
itself
,
repeated
more
than
half
a
dozen
times
.
The
locked
door
and
behind
it
the
heads
,
the
severed
beads
.
His
hand
reached
out
and
stroked
the
room
’
s
doorknob
,
almost
furtively
.
He
had
no
idea
how
long
be
had
been
here
,
standing
hypnotized
before
the
bland
gray
locked
door
.
(
And
maybe
three
times
I
’
ve
thought
I
’
ve
seen
things
…
nasty
things
…
)
But
Mr
.
Hallorann
-
Dick
-
had
also
said
he
didn
’
t
think
those
things
could
hurt
you
.
They
were
like
scary
pictures
in
a
book
,
that
was
all
.
And
maybe
he
wouldn
’
t
see
anything
.
On
the
other
hand
…
He
plunged
his
left
hand
into
his
pocket
and
it
came
out
holding
the
passkey
.
It
had
been
there
all
along
,
of
course
.
He
held
it
by
the
square
metal
tab
on
the
end
which
had
OFFICE
printed
on
it
in
Magic
Marker
.
He
twirled
the
key
on
its
chain
,
watching
it
go
around
and
around
.
After
several
minutes
of
this
he
stopped
and
slipped
the
passkey
into
the
lock
.
It
slid
in
smoothly
,
with
no
hitch
,
as
if
it
had
wanted
to
be
there
all
along
.
