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Terror
as
black
as
midnight
swept
through
her
.
She
looked
over
her
shoulder
and
saw
Jack
getting
slowly
to
his
feet
His
back
was
bowed
over
,
and
she
could
see
the
handle
of
the
kitchen
knife
sticking
out
of
it
.
His
eyes
seemed
to
have
contracted
,
almost
to
have
lost
themselves
in
the
pale
,
sagging
folds
of
the
skin
around
them
.
He
was
grasping
the
roque
mallet
loosely
in
his
left
hand
.
The
end
of
it
was
bloody
.
A
scrap
of
her
pink
terrycloth
robe
stuck
almost
in
the
center
.
"
I
’
ll
give
you
your
medicine
,
"
he
whispered
,
and
began
to
stagger
toward
the
stairs
.
Whimpering
with
fear
,
she
began
to
pull
herself
upward
again
.
Ten
steps
,
a
dozen
,
a
baker
’
s
dozen
.
But
still
the
first
-
floor
hallway
looked
as
far
above
her
as
an
unattainable
mountain
peak
.
She
was
panting
now
,
her
side
shrieking
in
protest
.
Her
hair
swung
wildly
back
and
forth
in
front
of
her
face
.
Sweat
stung
her
eyes
.
The
ticking
of
the
domed
clock
in
the
ballroom
seemed
to
fill
her
cars
,
and
counterpointing
it
,
Jack
’
s
panting
,
agonized
gasps
as
he
began
to
mount
the
stairs
.
Larry
Durkin
was
a
tall
and
skinny
man
with
a
morose
face
overtopped
with
a
luxuriant
mane
of
red
hair
.
Hallorann
had
caught
him
just
as
he
was
leaving
the
Conoco
station
,
the
morose
face
buried
deeply
inside
an
army
-
issue
parka
.
He
was
reluctant
to
do
any
more
business
that
stormy
day
no
matter
how
far
Hallorann
had
come
,
and
even
more
reluctant
to
rent
one
of
his
two
snowmobiles
out
to
this
wild
-
eyed
black
man
who
insisted
on
going
up
to
the
old
Overlook
.
Among
people
who
had
spent
most
of
their
lives
in
the
little
town
of
Sidewinder
,
the
hotel
had
a
smelly
reputation
.
Murder
had
been
done
up
there
.
A
bunch
of
hoods
had
run
the
place
for
a
while
,
and
cutthroat
businessmen
had
run
it
for
a
while
,
too
.
And
things
had
been
done
up
at
the
old
Overlook
that
never
made
the
papers
,
because
money
has
a
way
of
talking
.
But
the
people
in
Sidewinder
had
a
pretty
good
idea
.
Most
of
the
hotel
’
s
chambermaids
came
from
here
,
and
chambermaids
see
a
lot
.
But
when
Hallorann
mentioned
Howard
Cottrell
’
s
name
and
showed
Durkin
the
tag
inside
one
of
the
blue
mittens
,
the
gas
station
owner
thawed
.
"
Sent
you
here
,
did
he
?
"
Durkin
asked
,
unlocking
one
of
the
garage
bays
and
leading
Hallorann
inside
.
"
Good
to
know
the
old
rip
’
s
got
some
sense
left
.
I
thought
he
was
plumb
out
of
it
.
"
He
flicked
a
switch
and
a
bank
of
very
old
and
very
dirty
fluorescents
buzzed
wearily
into
life
.
"
Now
what
in
the
tarnal
creation
would
you
want
up
at
that
place
,
fella
?
"
Hallorann
’
s
nerve
had
begun
to
crack
.
The
last
few
miles
into
Sidewinder
had
been
very
bad
.
Once
a
gust
of
wind
that
must
have
been
tooling
along
at
better
than
sixty
miles
an
hour
had
floated
the
Buick
all
the
way
around
in
a
360
°
turn
.
And
there
were
still
miles
to
travel
with
God
alone
knew
what
at
the
other
end
of
them
.
He
was
terrified
for
the
boy
.
Now
it
was
almost
ten
minutes
to
seven
and
he
had
this
whole
song
and
dance
to
go
through
again
.
"
Somebody
is
in
trouble
up
there
,
"
he
said
very
carefully
.
"
The
son
of
the
caretaker
.
"
