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"
They
're
spiderwebs
,
"
I
said
.
And
then
two
screams
came
out
of
the
mist
.
The
first
of
fear
,
maybe
.
The
second
of
pain
.
It
was
Jim
.
If
there
were
dues
to
be
paid
,
he
was
paying
them
.
"
Get
out
!
"
I
shouted
at
Mike
and
Dan
Miller
.
Then
something
looped
out
of
the
mist
.
It
was
impossible
to
see
it
against
that
white
background
,
but
I
could
hear
it
.
It
sounded
like
a
bullwhip
that
had
been
halfheartedly
flicked
.
And
I
could
see
it
when
it
twisted
around
the
thigh
of
Buddy
Eagleton
's
jeans
.
He
screamed
and
grabbed
for
the
first
thing
handy
,
which
happened
to
be
the
telephone
.
The
handset
flew
the
length
of
its
cord
and
then
swung
back
and
forth
.
"
Oh
Jesus
that
HURTS
!
"
Buddy
screamed
.
Ollie
grabbed
for
him
,
and
I
saw
what
was
happening
.
At
the
same
instant
I
understood
why
the
head
of
the
man
in
the
doorway
was
missing
.
The
thin
white
cable
that
had
twisted
around
Buddy
's
leg
like
a
silk
rope
was
sinking
into
his
flesh
.
That
leg
of
his
jeans
had
been
neatly
cut
off
and
was
sliding
down
his
leg
.
A
neat
,
circular
incision
in
his
flesh
was
brimming
blood
as
the
cable
went
deeper
.
Ollie
pulled
him
hard
.
There
was
a
thin
snapping
sound
and
Buddy
was
free
.
His
lips
had
gone
blue
with
shock
.
Mike
and
Dan
were
coming
,
but
too
slowly
.
Then
Dan
ran
into
several
hanging
threads
and
got
stuck
,
exactly
like
a
bug
on
flypaper
.
He
freed
himself
with
a
tremendous
jerk
,
leaving
a
flap
of
his
shirt
hanging
from
the
webbing
.
Suddenly
the
air
was
full
of
those
languorous
bullwhip
cracks
,
and
the
thin
white
cables
were
drifting
down
all
around
us
.
They
were
coated
with
the
same
corrosive
substance
.
I
dodged
two
of
them
,
more
by
luck
than
by
skill
.
One
landed
at
my
feet
and
I
could
hear
a
faint
hiss
of
bubbling
hottop
.
Another
floated
out
of
the
air
and
Mrs.
Reppler
calmly
swung
her
tennis
racket
at
it
.
The
thread
stuck
fast
,
and
I
heard
a
high-pitched
twing
!
twing
!
twing
!
as
the
corrosive
ate
through
the
racket
's
strings
and
snapped
them
.
It
sounded
like
someone
rapidly
plucking
the
strings
of
a
violin
.
A
moment
later
a
thread
wrapped
around
the
upper
handle
of
the
racket
and
it
was
jerked
into
the
mist
.
