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ed off the miles at a maddeningly slow clip…five； ten； finally fifteen。 Even behind the knitted ski mask his face was beginning to stiffen up and his legs were growing numb。
（Guess I'd give a hundred bucks for a pair of ski pants。） As each mile turned over； his terror grew…as if the place had a poison atmosphere that thickened as you neared it。 Had it ever been like this before？
He had never really liked the Overlook； and there had been others who shared his feeling； but it had never been like this。
He could feel the voice that had almost wrecked him outside of Sidewinder still trying to get in； to get past his defenses to the soft meat inside。 If it had been strong twenty…five miles back； how much stronger would it be now？ He couldn't keep it out entirely。 Some of it was slipping through； flooding his brain with sinister subliminal images。 More and more he got the image of a badly hurt woman in a bathroom； holding her hands up uselessly to ward off a blow； and he felt more and more that the woman must be… （Jesus； watch out！） The embankment was looming up ahead of him like a freight train。 Wool… gathering； he had missed a turn sign。 He jerked the snowmobile's steering gear hard right and it swung around； tilting as it did so。 From underneath came the harsh grating sound of the snowtread on rock。 He thought the snowmobile was going to dump him； and it did totter on the knife…edge of balance before half… driving； half…skidding back down to the more or less level surface of the snow… buried road。 Then the dropoff was ahead of him； the headlamp showing an abrupt end to the snowcover and darkness beyond that。 He turned the snowmobile the other way； a pulse beating sickly in his throat。
（Keep it on the road Dicky old chum。） He forced himself to turn the throttle up another notch。 Now the speedometer needle was pegged just below fifty。 The wind howled and roared。 The headlamp probed the dark。
An unknown length of time later； he came around a driftbanked curve and saw a glimmering flash of light ahead。 Just a glimpse； and then it was blotted out by a rising fold of land。 The glimpse was so brief he was persuading himself it had been wishful thinking when another turn brought it in view again； slightly closer； for another few seconds。 There was no question of its reality this time； he had seen it from just this angle too many times before。 It was the Overlook。
There were lights on the first floor and lobby levels； it looked like。
Some of his terror…the part that had to do with driving off the road or wrecking the snowmobile on an unseen curve…melted entirely away。 The snowmobile swept surely into the first half of an S curve that he now remembered confidently foot for foot； and that was when the headlamp picked out the （oh dear Jesus god what is it） in the road ahead of him。 Limned in stark blacks and whites； Hallorann first thought it was some hideously huge timberwolf that had been driven down from the high country by the storm。 Then； as he closed on it； he recognized it and horror closed his throat。
Not a wolf but a lion。 A hedge lion。
Its features were a mask of black shadow and powdered snow； its haunches wound tight to spring。 And it did spring； snow billowing around its pistoning rear legs in a silent burst of crystal glitter。
Hallorann screamed and twisted the handlebars hard right； ducking low at the same time。 Scratching； ripping pain scrawled itself across his face； his neck； his shoulders。 The ski mask was torn open down the back。 He was hurled from the snowmobile。 He hit the snow； plowed through it； rolled over。
He could feel it ing for him。 In his nostrils there was a bitter smell of green leaves and holly。 A huge hedge paw batted him in the small of the back and he flew ten feet through the air； splayed out like a rag doll。 He saw the snowmobile； riderless； strike the embankment and rear up； its headlamp searching the sky。 It fell over with a thump and stalled。
Then the hedge lion was on him。 There was a crackling； rustling sound。
Something raked across the front of the parka； shredding it。 It might have been stiff twigs； but Hallorann knew it was claws。
〃You're not there！〃 Hallorann screamed at the circling； snarling hedge lion。
〃You're not there at all！〃 He struggled to his feet and made it halfway to the snowmobile before the lion lunged； batting him across the head with a needle… tipped paw。 Hallorann saw silent； exploding lights。
〃Not there；〃 he said again； but it was a fading mutter。 His knees unhinged and dropped him into the snow。 He crawled for the snowmobile； the right side of his face a scarf of blood。 The lion struck him again； rolling him onto his back like a turtle。 It roared playfully。
Hallorann struggled to reach the snowmobile。 What he needed was there。 And then the lion was on him again； ripping and clawing。
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WENDY AND JACK
Wendy risked another glance over her shoulder。 Jack was on the sixth riser； clinging to the banister much as she was doing herself。 He was still grinning； and dark blood oozed slowly through the grin and slipped down the line of his jaw。 He bared his teeth at her。
〃I'm going to bash your brains in。 Bash them right to fuck in。〃 He struggled up another riser。
Panic spurred her； and the ache in her side diminished a little。 She pulled herself up as fast as she could regardless of the pain； yanking convulsively at the banister。 She reached the top and threw a glance behind her。
He seemed to be gaining strength rather than losing it。 He was only four risers from the top； measuring the distance with the rogue mallet in his left hand as he pulled himself up with his right。
〃Right behind you；〃 he panted through his bloody grin； as if reading her mind。
〃Right behind you now； bitch。 With your medicine。〃 She fled stumblingly down the main corridor； hands pressed to her side。
The door to one of the rooms jerked open and a man with a green ghoulmask on popped out。 〃Great party； isn't it？〃 He screamed into her face； and pulled the waxed string of a party…favor。 There was an echoing bang and suddenly crepe streamers were drifting all around her。 The man in the ghoulmask cackled and slammed back into his room。 She fell forward onto the carpet； full…length。 Her right side seemed to explode with pain； and she fought off the blackness of unconsciousness desperately。 Dimly she could hear the elevator running again； and beneath her splayed fingers she could see that the carpet pattern appeared to move； swaying and twining sinuously。
The mallet slammed down behind her and she threw herself forward； sobbing。
Over her shoulder she saw Jack stumble forward； overbalance； and bring the mallet down just before he crashed to the carpet； expelling a bright splash of blood onto the nap。
The mallet head struck her squarely between the shoulder blades and for a moment the agony was so great that she could only writhe； hands opening and clenching。 Something inside her had snapped…she had heard it clearly； and for a few moments she was aware only in a muted； muffled way； as if she were merely observing these things through a cloudy wrapping of gauze。
Then full consciousness came back； terror and pain with it。
Jack was trying to get up so he could finish the job。
Wendy tried to stand and found it was impossible。 Electric bolts seemed to course up and down her back at the effort。 She began to crawl along in a sidestroke motion。 Jack was crawling after her； using the roque mallet as a crutch or a cane。
She reached the er and pulled herself around it； using her hands to yank at the angle of the wall。 Her terror deepened…she would not have believed that possible； but it was。 It was a hundred times worse not to be able to see him or know how close he was getting。 She tore out fistfuls of the carpet napping pulling herself along； and she was halfway down this short hall before she noticed the bedroom door was standing wide open。
（Danny！ O Jesus） She forced herself to her knees and then clawed her way to her feet； fingers slipping over the silk wallpaper。 Her nails pulled little strips of it loose。
She ignored the pain and halfwalked； half…shambled through the doorway as Jack came around the far corner and began to lunge his way down toward the open door； leaning on the roque mallet。
She caught the edge of the dresser； held herself up against it； and grabbed the doorframe。
Jack shouted at her： 〃Don't you shut that door！ Goddam you； don't you dare shut it！〃 She slammed it closed and shot the bolt。 Her left hand pawed wildly at the junk on the dresser； knocking loose coins onto the floor where they rolled in every direction。 Her hand seized the key ring just as the mallet whistled down against the door； making it tremble in its frame。 She got the key into the lock on the second stab and twisted it to the right。 At the sound of the tumblers falling； Jack screamed。 The mallet came down against the door in a volley of booming blows that made her flinch and step back。 How could he be doing that with a knife in his back？ Where was he finding the strength？ She wanted to shriek Why aren't you dead？ at the locked door。
Instead she turned aroun