corner carefully。
The man in the dog costume was still there。 He had put his head back on and
was now prancing on all fours by the stairwell； chasing his tail。 He
occasionally leaped off the rug and came down making dog grunts in his throat。
〃Woof！ Woof！ Bowwowwow！ Grrrrrr！〃
These sounds came hollowly out of the mask's stylized snarling mouth； and
among them were sounds that might have been sobs or laughter。
Danny went back to the bedroom and sat down on his cot； covering his eyes with
his hands。 The hotel was running things now。 Maybe at first the things that had
happened had only been accidents。 Maybe at first the things he had seen really
were like scary pictures that couldn't hurt him。 But now the hotel was
controlling those things and they could hurt。 The Overlook hadn't wanted him to
go to his father。 That might spoil all the fun。 So it had put the dogman in his
way； just as it had put the hedge animals between them and the road。
But his daddy could e here。 And sooner or later his daddy would。
He began to cry； the tears rolling silently down his cheeks。 It was too late。
They were going to die； all three of them； and when the Overlook opened next
late spring； they would be right here to greet the guests along with the rest of
the spooks。 The woman in the tub。 The dogman。 The horrible dark thing that had
been in the cement tunnel。 They would be —
（Stop！ Stop that now！）
He knuckled the tears furiously from his eyes。 He would try as hard as he
could to keep that from happening。 Not to himself； not to his daddy and mommy。
He would try as hard as he could。
He closed his eyes and sent his mind out in