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He
turned
mean
,
but
he
's
the
only
animal
I
ever
heard
of
that
did
.
What
do
you
want
to
buy
next
,
Louis
,
when
the
wind
blows
hard
at
night
and
the
moon
lays
a
white
path
through
the
woods
to
that
place
?
Want
to
climb
those
stairs
again
?
When
they
're
watching
a
horror
movie
,
everyone
in
the
audience
knows
the
hero
or
the
heroine
is
stupid
to
go
up
those
stairs
,
but
in
real
life
they
always
do
--
they
smoke
,
they
do
n't
wear
seat
belts
,
they
move
their
family
in
beside
a
busy
highway
where
the
big
rigs
drone
back
and
forth
all
day
and
all
night
.
So
,
Louis
,
what
do
you
say
?
Want
to
climb
the
stairs
?
Would
you
like
to
keep
your
dead
son
or
go
for
what
's
behind
Door
Number
One
,
Door
Number
Two
,
or
Door
Number
Three
?
Hey-ho
,
let
's
go
.
Turned
mean
...
only
animal
...
the
flesh
looked
...
a
man
...
yours
...
his
...
Louis
dumped
the
rest
of
the
beer
down
the
sink
,
feeling
suddenly
that
he
was
going
to
vomit
.
The
room
was
moving
around
in
great
swinging
motions
.
There
was
a
knock
at
the
door
.
For
a
long
time
--
it
seemed
like
a
long
time
,
anyway
--
he
believed
it
was
only
in
his
head
,
a
hallucination
.
But
the
knocking
just
went
on
and
on
,
patient
,
implacable
.
And
suddenly
Louis
found
himself
thinking
of
the
story
of
the
monkey
's
paw
,
and
a
cold
terror
slipped
into
him
.
He
seemed
to
feel
it
with
total
physical
reality
--
it
was
like
a
dead
hand
that
had
been
kept
in
a
refrigerator
,
a
dead
hand
which
had
suddenly
taken
on
its
own
disembodied
life
and
slipped
inside
his
shirt
to
clutch
the
flesh
over
his
heart
.
It
was
a
silly
image
,
fulsome
and
silly
,
but
oh
,
it
did
n't
feel
silly
.
No
.
Louis
went
to
the
door
on
feet
he
could
not
feel
and
lifted
the
latch
with
nerveless
fingers
.
And
as
he
swung
it
open
,
he
thought
:
It
'll
be
Pascow
.
Like
they
said
about
Jim
Morrison
,
back
from
the
dead
and
bigger
than
ever
.
Pascow
standing
there
in
his
jogging
shorts
,
big
as
life
and
as
mouldy
as
month-old
bread
,
Pascow
with
his
horribly
ruined
head
,
Pascow
bringing
the
warning
again
:
Do
n't
go
up
there
.
What
was
that
old
song
by
the
Animals
?
Baby
please
do
n't
go
,
baby
PLEASE
do
n't
go
,
you
know
I
love
you
so
,
baby
please
do
n't
go
...
The
door
swung
open
and
standing
there
on
his
front
step
in
the
blowing
dark
of
this
midnight
,
between
the
day
of
the
funeral
parlor
visitation
and
the
day
of
his
son
's
burial
,
was
Jud
Crandall
.
His
thin
white
hair
blew
randomly
in
the
chilly
dark
.
