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He
drew
in
breath
to
scream
but
didn
’
t
.
(
!
!
FALSE
FACES
!
!
NOT
REAL
!
!
)
They
faded
before
his
ga
ze
like
old
photographs
and
were
gone
.
But
below
him
,
the
faint
sound
of
the
mallet
against
the
walls
went
on
and
on
,
drifting
up
through
the
elevator
shaft
and
the
stairwell
.
The
controlling
force
of
the
Overlook
,
in
the
shape
of
his
father
,
blundering
around
on
the
first
floor
.
A
door
opened
with
a
thin
screeing
sound
behind
him
.
A
decayed
woman
in
a
rotten
silk
gown
pranced
out
,
her
yellowed
and
splitting
fingers
dressed
with
verdigris
-
caked
rings
.
Heavy
-
bodied
wasps
crawled
sluggishly
over
her
face
.
"
Come
in
,
"
she
whispered
to
him
,
grinning
with
black
lips
.
"
Come
in
and
we
will
daance
the
taaaango
…
"
"
False
face
!
"
he
hissed
.
"
Not
real
!
"
She
drew
back
from
him
in
alarm
,
and
in
the
act
of
drawing
back
she
faded
and
was
gone
.
"
Where
are
you
?
"
it
screamed
,
but
the
voice
was
still
only
in
his
head
.
He
could
still
hear
the
thing
that
was
wearing
Jack
’
s
face
down
on
the
first
floor
…
and
something
else
.
The
high
,
whining
sound
of
an
approaching
motor
.
