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A
slow
trickle
of
blood
(
REDRUM
)
trickling
down
one
of
the
fingers
,
the
third
,
dripping
onto
the
tile
from
the
carefully
shaped
nail
-
No
oh
no
oh
no
-
(
oh
please
,
Tony
,
you
’
re
scaring
me
)
REDRUM
REDRUM
REDRUM
(
stop
it
,
Tony
,
stop
it
)
Fading
.
In
the
darkness
the
booming
noises
grew
louder
,
louder
still
,
echoing
,
everywhere
,
all
around
.
And
now
he
was
crouched
in
a
dark
hallway
,
crouched
on
a
blue
rug
with
a
riot
of
twisting
black
shapes
woven
into
its
pile
,
listening
to
the
booming
noises
approach
,
and
now
a
Shape
turned
the
corner
and
began
to
come
toward
him
,
lurching
,
smelling
of
blood
and
doom
.
It
had
a
mallet
in
one
hand
and
it
was
swinging
it
(
REDRUM
)
from
side
to
side
in
vicious
arcs
,
slamming
it
into
the
walls
,
cutting
the
silk
wallpaper
and
knocking
out
ghostly
bursts
of
plasterdust
:
Come
on
and
take
your
medicine
!
Take
it
like
a
man
!
The
Shape
advancing
on
him
,
reeking
of
that
sweet
-
sour
odor
,
gigantic
,
the
mallet
head
cutting
across
the
air
with
a
wicked
hissing
whisper
,
then
the
great
hollow
boom
as
it
crashed
into
the
wall
,
sending
the
dust
out
in
a
puff
you
could
smell
,
dry
and
itchy
.
Tiny
red
eyes
glowed
in
the
dark
.
The
monster
was
upon
him
,
it
had
discovered
him
,
cowering
here
with
a
blank
wall
at
his
back
.
And
the
trapdoor
in
the
ceiling
was
locked
.
