nking 。。。 behind us； it will be just you and me。〃
Danny ran。
Behind him； the thing's temper broke through the shambling charade of
normality。
〃e here； you little shit！ Right now！ 〃
Down a long hall； panting and gasping。 Around a corner。 Up a flight of stairs。
And as he went； the walls that had been so high and remote began to e down；
the rug which had only been a blur beneath his feet took on the familiar black
and blue pattern； sinuously woven together； the doors became numbered again and
behind them the parties that were all one went on and on； populated by
generations of guests。 The air seemed to be shimmering around him； the blows of
the mallet against the walls echoing and re…echoing。 He seemed to be bursting
through some thin placental womb from sleep to
* * *
the rug outside the Presidential Suite on the third floor； lying near him in a
bloody heap were the bodies of two men dressed in suits and narrow ties。 They
had been taken out by shotgun blasts and now they began to stir in front of him
and get up。
He drew in breath to scream but didn't。
（！！ FALSE FACES ！！ NOT REAL ！！）
They faded before his gaze like old photographs and were gone。
But below him； the faint sound of the mallet against the walls went on and on；
drifting up through the elevator shaft and the stairwell。 The controlling force
of the Overlook； in the shape of his father； blundering around on the first
floor。
A door opened with a thin screeing sound behind him。
A decayed woman in a rotten silk gown pranced out； her yellowed and splitting
fingers dressed with verdigris…caked rings。 Heavy…bodied wasps crawled