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breathing；　thank　God　for　that。　It　was　ing　in　long；　harsh　draws　that　shook　his

whole　frame。

Looking　at　him　more　closely；　Wendys　eyes　widened。　One　arm　of　the　parka　he　was

wearing　was　blackened　and　singed。　One　side　of　it　had　been　ripped　open。　There　was

blood　in　his　hair　and　a　shallow　but　ugly　scratch　down　the　back　of　his　neck。

（My　God；　whats　happened　to　him？）

〃Danny！〃　the　hoarse；　petulant　voice　roared　from　above　them。　〃Get　out　here；

goddammit！〃

There　was　no　time　to　wonder　about　it　now。　She　began　to　shake　him；　her　face

twisting　at　the　flare　of　agony　in　her　ribs。　Her　side　felt　hot　and　massive　and

swollen。

（What　if　theyre　poking　my　lung　whenever　I　move？）

There　was　no　help　for　that；　either。　If　Jack　found　Danny；　he　would　kill　him；

beat　him　to　death　with　that　mallet　as　he　had　tried　to　do　to　her。

So　she　shook　Hallorann；　and　then　began　to　slap　the　unbruised　side　of　his　face

lightly。

〃Wake　up；〃　she　said。　〃Mr。　Hallorann；　youve　got　to　wake　up。　Please　。。。

please　。。。〃

From　overhead；　the　restless　booming　sounds　of　the　mallet　as　Jack　Torrance

looked　for　his　son。

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Danny　stood　with　his　back　against　the　door；　looking　at　the　right　angle　where

the　hallways　joined。　The　steady；　irregular　booming　sound　of　the　mallet　against

the　walls　grew　louder。　The　thing　that　was　after　him　screamed　and　howled　and

cursed。　Dream　and　reality　had　joined　together　without　a　seam。

It　came　around　the　corner。

In　a　way；　what　Danny　felt　was　relief。　It　was　not　his　father。　The　mask　of　face

and　body　had　been　ripped　and　shredded　and　made　into　a　bad　joke。　It　was　not　his

daddy；　not　this　Saturday　Night　Shock　Show　horror　with　its　rolling　eyes　and

hunched　and　hulking　shoulders　and　blood…drenched　shirt。　It　was　not　his　daddy。

〃Now；　by　God；〃　it　breathed。　It　wiped　its　lips　with　a　shaking　hand。　〃Now　youll

find　out　who　is　the　boss　around　here。　Youll　see。　Its　not　you　they　want。　Its

me。　Me。　Me！〃

It　slashed　out　with　the　scarred　hammer；　its　double　head　now　shapeless　and

splintered　with　countless　impacts。　It　struck　the　wall；　cutting　a　circle　in　the

silk　paper。　Plaster　dust　puffed　out。　It　began　to　grin。