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But
it
had
happened
,
his
frenzied
mind
told
him
,
it
had
happened
,
he
was
in
the
dark
,
he
was
closed
in
,
and
it
was
as
cold
as
a
refrigerator
.
And
-
(
something
is
in
here
with
me
.
)
His
breath
stopped
in
a
gasp
.
An
almost
drowsy
terror
stole
through
his
veins
.
Yes
.
Yes
.
There
was
something
in
here
with
him
,
some
awful
thing
the
Overlook
had
saved
for
just
such
a
chance
as
this
.
Maybe
a
huge
spider
that
had
burrowed
down
under
the
dead
leaves
,
or
a
rat
…
or
maybe
the
corpse
of
some
little
kid
that
had
died
here
on
the
playground
.
Had
that
ever
happened
?
Yes
,
he
thought
maybe
it
had
.
He
thought
of
the
woman
in
the
tub
.
The
blood
and
brains
on
the
wall
of
the
Presidential
Sweet
.
Of
some
little
kid
,
its
head
split
open
from
a
fall
from
the
monkey
bars
or
a
swing
,
crawling
after
him
in
the
dark
,
grinning
,
looking
for
one
final
playmate
in
its
endless
playground
.
Forever
.
In
a
moment
he
would
hear
it
coming
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
concrete
ring
,
Danny
heard
the
stealthy
crackle
of
dead
leaves
as
something
came
for
him
on
its
hands
and
knees
.
At
any
moment
he
would
feel
its
cold
hand
close
over
his
ankle
-
That
thought
broke
his
paralysis
.
He
was
digging
at
the
loose
fall
of
snow
that
choked
the
end
of
the
concrete
ring
,
throwing
it
back
between
his
legs
in
powdery
bursts
like
a
dog
digging
for
a
bone
.
Blue
light
filtered
down
from
above
and
Danny
thrust
himself
up
at
it
like
a
diver
coming
out
of
deep
water
.
He
scraped
his
back
on
the
lip
of
the
concrete
ring
.
One
of
his
snowshoes
twisted
behind
the
other
.
Snow
spilled
down
inside
his
ski
mask
and
into
the
collar
of
his
parka
.
He
dug
at
the
snow
,
clawed
at
it
.
It
seemed
to
be
trying
to
hold
him
,
to
suck
him
back
down
,
back
into
the
concrete
ring
where
that
unseen
,
leaf
-
crackling
thing
was
,
and
keep
him
there
.
Forever
.
Then
he
was
out
,
his
face
was
turned
up
to
the
sun
,
and
he
was
crawling
through
the
snow
,
crawling
away
from
the
half
-
buried
cement
ring
,
gasping
harshly
,
his
face
almost
comically
white
with
powdered
snow
-
a
living
frightmask
.
He
hobbled
over
to
the
jungle
gym
and
sat
down
to
readjust
his
snowshoes
and
get
his
breath
.
As
he
set
them
to
rights
and
tightened
the
straps
again
,
he
never
took
his
eyes
from
the
hole
at
the
end
of
the
concrete
ring
.
He
waited
to
see
if
something
would
come
out
.
Nothing
did
,
and
after
three
or
four
minutes
,
Danny
’
s
breathing
began
to
slow
down
.
Whatever
it
was
,
it
couldn
’
t
stand
the
sunlight
.
It
was
cooped
up
down
there
,
maybe
only
able
to
come
out
when
it
was
dark
…
or
when
both
ends
of
its
circular
prison
were
plugged
with
snow
.
(
but
i
’
m
safe
now
i
’
m
safe
i
’
ll
just
go
back
because
now
i
’
m
)
Something
thumped
softly
behind
him
.
