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duskily　down　into　the　darkly　pooled　firs　below　the　timberline。

Jack　and　Wendy　were　so　absorbed　in　the　view　that　they　didnt　look　down　at

Danny；　who　was　staring　not　out　the　window　but　at　the　red…and…white…striped　silk

wallpaper　to　the　left；　where　a　door　opened　into　an　interior　bedroom。　And　his

gasp；　which　had　been　mingled　with　theirs；　had　nothing　to　do　with　beauty。

Great　splashes　of　dried　blood；　flecked　with　tiny　bits　of　grayish…white　tissue；

clotted　the　wallpaper。　It　made　Danny　feel　sick。　It　was　like　a　crazy　picture

drawn　in　blood；　a　surrealistic　etching　of　a　mans　face　drawn　back　in　terror　and

pain；　the　mouth　yawning　and　half　the　head　pulverized　—

（So　if　you　should　see　something　。。。　just　look　the　other　way　and　when　you

look　back；　itll　be　gone。　Are　you　diggin　me？）

He　deliberately　looked　out　the　window；　being　careful　to　show　no　expression　on

his　face；　and　when　his　mommys　hand　closed　over　his　own　he　took　it；　being

careful　not　to　squeeze　it　or　give　her　a　signal　of　any　kind。

The　manager　was　saying　something　to　his　daddy　about　making　sure　to　shutter

that　big　window　so　a　strong　wind　wouldnt　blow　it　in。　Jack　was　nodding。　Danny

looked　cautiously　back　at　the　wall。　The　big　dried　bloodstain　was　gone。　Those

little　gray…white　flecks　that　had　been　scattered　all　through　it；　they　were　gone；

too。

Then　Ullman　was　leading　them　out。　Mommy　asked　him　if　he　thought　the　mountains

were　pretty。　Danny　said　he　did；　although　he　didnt　really　care　for　the

mountains；　one　way　or　the　other。　As　Ullman　was　closing　the　door　behind　them；

Danny　looked　back　over　his　shoulder。　The　bloodstain　had　returned；　only　now　it

was　fresh。　It　was　running。　Ullman；　looking　directly　at　it；　went　on　with　his

running　mentary　about　the　famous　men　who　had　stayed　here。　Danny　discovered

that　he　had　bitten　his　lip　hard　enough　to　make　it　bleed；　and　he　had　never　even

felt　it。　As　they　walked　on　down　the　corridor；　he　fell　a　little　bit　behind　the

others　and　wiped　the　blood　away　with　the　back　of　his　hand　and　thought　about

（blood）

（Did　Mr。　Hallorann　see　blood　or　was　it　something　worse？）

（I　dont　think　those　things　can　hurt　you。）

There　was　an　iron　scream　behind　his　lips；　but　he　would　not　let　it　out。　His

mommy　and　daddy　could　not　see　such　things；　they　never　had。　He　would　keep　quiet。

His　mommy　and　daddy　were　loving　each　other；　and　that　was　a　real　thing。　The　other