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He
ran
,
one
shoe
off
and
one
shoe
on
,
trying
to
shriek
but
unable
He
was
still
running
when
he
reached
Louis
's
house
,
and
still
trying
to
shriek
when
he
finally
got
his
bike
started
and
slued
out
onto
Route
15
.
He
very
nearly
sideswiped
an
arriving
fire
engine
from
Brewer
.
Inside
his
Bell
helmet
,
his
hair
was
standing
on
end
.
By
the
time
he
got
back
to
his
apartment
in
Orono
,
he
could
not
precisely
remember
having
gone
to
Ludlow
at
all
.
He
called
in
sick
at
the
infirmary
,
took
a
pill
,
and
went
to
bed
.
Steve
Masterton
never
really
remembered
that
day
...
except
in
deep
dreams
,
those
that
come
in
the
small
hours
of
the
morning
.
And
in
these
dreams
he
would
sense
that
something
huge
had
shrugged
by
him
--
something
which
had
reached
out
to
touch
him
...
and
had
then
withdrawn
its
inhuman
hand
at
the
very
last
second
.
Something
with
great
yellow
eyes
which
gleamed
like
foglamps
.
Steve
sometimes
awoke
shrieking
from
these
dreams
,
his
eyes
wide
and
bulging
,
and
he
would
think
:
You
think
you
are
screaming
,
but
it
's
only
the
sound
of
the
loons
,
down
south
,
in
Prospect
.
The
sound
carries
.
It
's
funny
.
But
he
did
not
know
,
could
not
remember
,
what
such
a
thought
might
mean
.
The
following
year
he
took
a
job
halfway
across
the
country
,
in
St.
Louis
.
In
the
time
between
his
last
sight
of
Louis
Creed
and
his
departure
for
the
Midwest
,
Steve
never
went
into
the
town
of
Ludlow
again
.
The
police
came
late
that
afternoon
.
They
asked
questions
but
voiced
no
suspicions
.
The
ashes
were
still
hot
;
they
had
not
yet
been
raked
.
Louis
answered
their
questions
.
They
seemed
satisfied
.
They
spoke
outside
and
he
wore
a
hat
.
That
was
good
.
If
they
had
seen
his
gray
hair
,
they
might
have
asked
more
questions
.
That
would
have
been
bad
.
He
wore
his
gardening
gloves
,
and
that
was
good
too
.
His
hands
were
bloody
and
ruined
.
He
played
solitaire
that
night
until
long
after
midnight
.
