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The
small
branch
of
a
dead
tree
poked
his
bicep
rudely
and
he
winced
.
Up
ahead
,
Pascow
was
only
a
moving
shadow
,
and
now
Louis
's
terror
seemed
to
have
crystallized
into
a
bright
sculpture
in
his
mind
:
I
am
following
a
dead
man
into
the
woods
,
I
am
following
a
dead
man
up
to
the
Pet
Sematary
,
and
this
is
no
dream
.
God
help
me
,
this
is
no
dream
.
This
is
happening
.
They
walked
down
the
far
side
of
the
wooded
hill
.
The
path
curved
in
lazy
S-shapes
between
the
trees
and
then
plunged
into
the
underbrush
.
No
boots
now
.
The
ground
dissolved
into
cold
jelly
under
his
feet
,
grabbing
and
holding
,
letting
go
only
reluctantly
.
There
were
ugly
sucking
noises
.
He
could
feel
the
mud
oozing
between
his
toes
,
trying
to
separate
them
.
He
tried
desperately
to
hold
on
to
the
dream
idea
.
It
would
n't
wash
.
They
reached
the
clearing
,
and
the
moon
sailed
free
of
its
reef
of
clouds
again
,
bathing
the
graveyard
with
ghastly
effulgence
.
The
leaning
markers
--
bits
of
board
and
tin
cans
that
had
been
cut
with
a
father
's
tinsnips
and
then
hammered
into
rude
squares
,
chipped
chunks
of
shale
and
slate
--
stood
out
with
three-dimensional
clarity
,
casting
shadows
perfectly
black
and
defined
.
Pascow
stopped
near
SMUCKY
THE
CAT
,
HE
WAS
OBEDIANT
and
turned
back
toward
Louis
.
The
horror
,
the
terror
--
he
felt
these
things
would
grow
in
him
until
his
body
blew
apart
under
their
soft
yet
implacable
pressure
.
Pascow
was
grinning
.
His
bloody
lips
were
wrinkled
back
from
his
teeth
,
and
his
healthy
road-crew
tan
in
the
moon
's
bony
light
had
become
overlaid
with
the
white
of
a
corpse
about
to
be
sewn
into
its
winding
shroud
.
He
lifted
one
arm
and
pointed
.
Louis
looked
in
that
direction
and
moaned
.
His
eyes
grew
wide
,
and
he
crammed
his
knuckles
against
his
mouth
.
There
was
coolness
on
his
cheeks
,
and
he
realized
that
in
the
extremity
of
his
terror
he
had
begun
to
weep
.
The
deadfall
from
which
Jud
Crandall
had
called
Ellie
in
alarm
had
become
a
heap
of
bones
.
The
bones
were
moving
.
They
writhed
and
clicked
together
,
mandibles
and
femurs
and
ulnas
and
molars
and
incisors
;
he
saw
the
grinning
skulls
of
humans
and
animals
.
Fingerbones
clittered
.
Here
the
remains
of
a
foot
flexed
its
pallid
joints
.
Ah
,
it
was
moving
;
it
was
creeping
--
