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For
a
moment
Steve
almost
followed
him
--
it
was
very
,
very
close
.
I
could
help
him
,
if
that
's
what
he
wants
...
and
I
want
to
help
him
,
yes
.
That
's
the
truth
because
there
's
more
going
on
here
than
meets
the
eye
and
I
want
to
know
what
it
is
.
It
seems
very
...
well
...
very
important
.
It
seems
like
a
secret
.
Like
a
mystery
.
Then
a
branch
snapped
under
one
of
his
canted
feet
.
It
made
a
dry
,
dusty
sound
like
a
track
starter
's
gun
.
It
brought
him
back
to
exactly
where
he
was
and
what
he
was
doing
.
Terror
leaped
into
him
and
he
turned
around
in
a
clumsy
circle
,
arms
held
out
for
balance
,
his
tongue
and
throat
oily
with
fright
,
his
face
baring
the
dismayed
grimace
of
a
man
who
wakes
up
only
to
find
he
has
sleepwalked
his
way
onto
a
high
skyscraper
ledge
.
She
's
dead
and
I
think
that
maybe
Louis
has
killed
her
,
Louis
has
gone
mad
,
utterly
mad
,
but
--
But
there
was
something
worse
than
madness
here
--
something
much
,
much
worse
.
It
was
as
if
there
was
a
magnet
somewhere
out
in
those
woods
and
he
could
feel
it
pulling
at
something
in
his
brain
.
Pulling
him
toward
that
place
where
Louis
was
taking
Rachel
.
Come
on
,
walk
the
path
...
walk
the
path
and
see
where
it
goes
.
We
got
stuff
to
show
you
out
here
,
Steverino
,
stuff
they
never
told
you
about
in
the
Atheists
"
Society
back
in
Lake
Forest
.
And
then
,
perhaps
simply
because
it
had
enough
for
one
day
to
feed
on
and
lost
interest
in
him
,
the
call
of
the
place
in
his
mind
simply
ceased
.
Steve
took
two
plunging
,
drunken
steps
back
down
the
side
of
the
downfall
.
Then
more
branches
let
go
with
a
grinding
rattle
and
his
left
foot
plunged
into
the
tangled
deadwood
;
harsh
sharp
splinters
pulled
off
his
sneaker
and
then
tore
into
his
flesh
as
he
yanked
free
.
He
fell
forward
into
the
Pet
Sematary
,
barely
missing
a
piece
of
orange
crate
that
could
easily
have
punched
into
his
stomach
.
He
got
to
his
feet
,
staring
around
,
bewildered
,
wondering
what
had
happened
to
him
...
or
if
anything
had
happened
to
him
.
Already
it
had
begun
to
seem
like
a
dream
.
Then
,
from
the
deep
woods
behind
the
deadfall
,
woods
so
deep
that
the
light
looked
green
and
tarnished
even
on
the
brightest
days
,
a
low
,
chuckling
laugh
arose
.
The
sound
was
huge
.
Steve
could
not
even
begin
to
imagine
what
sort
of
creature
could
have
made
such
a
sound
.
