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He
recoiled
in
terror
from
that
mental
voice
,
his
eyes
widening
,
his
hands
tightening
into
claws
on
the
counterpane
.
It
hadn
’
t
been
the
voice
of
his
father
but
a
clever
mimic
.
A
voice
he
knew
.
Hoarse
,
brutal
,
yet
underpointed
with
a
vacuous
sort
of
humor
.
Was
it
so
near
,
then
?
He
threw
the
covers
back
and
swung
his
feet
out
onto
the
floor
.
He
kicked
his
slippers
out
from
under
the
bed
and
put
them
on
.
He
went
to
the
door
and
pulled
it
open
and
hurried
up
to
the
main
corridor
,
his
slippered
feet
whispering
on
the
nap
of
the
carpet
runner
.
He
turned
the
corner
.
There
was
a
man
on
all
fours
halfway
down
the
corridor
,
between
him
and
the
stairs
.
Danny
froze
.
The
man
looked
up
at
him
.
His
eyes
were
tiny
and
red
.
He
was
dressed
in
some
sort
of
silvery
,
spangled
costume
.
A
dog
costume
,
Danny
realized
.
Protruding
from
the
rump
of
this
strange
creation
was
a
long
and
floppy
tail
with
a
puff
on
the
end
.
A
zipper
ran
up
the
back
of
the
costume
to
the
neck
.
To
the
left
of
him
was
a
dog
’
s
or
wolf
’
s
head
,
blank
eyesockets
above
the
muzzle
,
the
mouth
open
in
a
meaningless
snarl
that
showed
the
rug
’
s
black
and
blue
pattern
between
fangs
that
appeared
to
be
papier
-
mache
.
The
man
’
s
mouth
and
chin
and
cheeks
were
smeared
with
blood
.
He
began
to
growl
at
Danny
.
He
was
grinning
,
but
the
growl
was
real
.
It
was
deep
in
his
throat
,
a
chilling
primitive
sound
.
Then
he
began
to
bark
.
His
teeth
were
also
stained
red
.
He
began
to
crawl
toward
Danny
,
dragging
his
boneless
tail
behind
him
.
The
costume
dog
’
s
head
lay
unheeded
on
the
carpet
,
glaring
vacantly
over
Danny
’
s
shoulder
.
"
Let
me
by
,
"
Danny
said
.
