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And
he
suspected
-
no
,
was
nearly
positive
-
that
several
of
the
guests
had
seen
or
heard
things
.
too
.
In
the
three
years
he
had
been
there
,
the
Presidential
Suite
had
been
booked
nineteen
times
.
Six
of
the
guests
who
had
put
up
there
had
left
the
hotel
early
,
some
of
them
looking
markedly
ill
.
Other
guests
had
left
other
rooms
with
the
same
abruptness
.
One
night
in
August
of
1974
,
near
dusk
,
a
man
who
had
won
the
Bronze
and
Silver
Stars
in
Korea
(
that
man
now
sat
on
the
boards
of
three
major
corporations
and
was
said
to
have
personally
pink
-
slipped
a
famous
TV
news
anchorman
)
unaccountably
went
into
a
fit
of
screaming
hysterics
on
the
putting
green
.
And
there
had
been
dozens
of
children
during
Hallorann
’
s
association
with
the
Overlook
who
simply
refused
to
go
into
the
playground
.
One
child
had
had
a
convulsion
while
playing
in
the
concrete
rings
,
but
Hallorann
didn
’
t
know
if
that
could
be
attributed
to
the
Overlook
’
s
deadly
siren
song
or
not
-
word
had
gone
around
among
the
help
that
the
child
,
the
only
daughter
of
a
handsome
movie
actor
,
was
a
medically
controlled
epileptic
who
had
simply
forgotten
her
medicine
that
day
.
And
so
,
staring
down
at
the
corpse
of
Mrs
.
Massey
,
he
had
been
frightened
but
not
completely
terrified
.
It
was
not
completely
unexpected
.
Terror
came
when
she
opened
her
eyes
to
disclose
blank
silver
pupils
and
began
to
grin
at
him
.
Horror
came
when
(
she
had
started
to
get
out
and
come
after
him
.
)
He
had
fled
,
heart
racing
,
and
had
not
felt
safe
even
with
the
door
shut
and
locked
behind
him
.
In
fact
,
he
admitted
to
himself
now
as
he
zipped
the
fiightbag
shut
,
he
had
never
felt
safe
anywhere
in
the
Overlook
again
.
And
now
the
boy
-
calling
,
screaming
for
help
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
It
was
5
:
30
P
.
m
.
He
went
to
the
apartment
’
s
door
,
remembered
it
would
be
heavy
winter
now
in
Colorado
,
especially
up
in
the
mountains
,
and
went
back
to
his
closet
.
He
pulled
his
long
,
sheepskin
-
lined
overcoat
out
of
its
polyurethane
dry
-
cleaning
bag
and
put
it
over
his
arm
.
It
was
the
only
winter
garment
he
owned
.
He
turned
off
all
the
lights
and
looked
around
.
Had
he
forgotten
anything
?
Yes
.
One
thing
.
He
took
the
will
out
of
his
breast
pocket
and
slipped
it
into
the
margin
of
the
dressing
table
mirror
.
With
luck
he
would
be
back
to
get
it
.
Sure
,
with
luck
.
He
left
the
apartment
,
locked
the
door
behind
him
,
put
the
key
under
the
rush
mat
,
and
ran
down
the
outside
steps
to
his
converted
Cadillac
.
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