water。 He had stood looking down at her； a pulse beating thickly in his throat。
There had been other things at the Overlook： a bad dream that recurred at
irregular intervals — some sort of costume party and he was catering it in the
Overlook's ballroom and at the shout to unmask； everybody exposed faces that
were those of rotting insects — and there had been the hedge animals。 Twice；
maybe three times； he had （or thought he had） seen them move； ever so slightly。
That dog would seem to change from his sitting…up posture to a slightly crouched
one； and the lions seemed to move forward； as if menacing the little tykes on
the playground。 Last year in May Ullman had sent him up to the attic to look for
the ornate set of firetools that now stood beside the lobby fireplace。 While he
had been up there the three lightbulbs strung overhead had gone out and he had
lost his way back to the trapdoor。 He had stumbled around for an unknown length
of time； closer and closer to panic； barking his shins on boxes and bumping into
things； with a stronger and stronger feeling that something was stalking him in
the dark。 Some great and frightening creature that had just oozed out of the
woodwork when the lights went out。 And when he had literally stumbled over the
trapdoor's ringbolt he had hurried down as fast as he could； leaving the trap
open； sooty and disheveled； with a feeling of disaster barely averted。 Later
Ullman had e down to the kitchen personally； to inform him he had left the
attic trapdoor open and the lights burning up there。 Did Hallorann think the
guests wanted to go up there and play treasure hunt？ Did he think electricity