duskily down into the darkly pooled firs below the timberline。
Jack and Wendy were so absorbed in the view that they didn't 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 man's 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； it'll be gone。 Are you diggin me？）
He deliberately looked out the window； being careful to show no expression on
his face； and when his mommy's 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 wouldn't 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 didn't 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。