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at him as they had done in the dreams； the visions； only now he was in the world of real things； where the game was played for keeps。
He turned to the right and came to a halt； his heart thudding heavily in his chest。 Heat was blowing around his ankles。 From the registers； of course。 This must have been Daddy's day to heat the west wing and （You will remember what your father forgot。） What was it？ He almost knew。 Something that might save him and Mommy？ But Tony had said he would have to do it himself。 What was it？
He sank down against the wall； trying desperately to think。 It was so hard 。 。
。 the hotel kept trying to get into his head 。 。 。 the image of that dark and slumped form swinging the mallet from side to side； gouging the wallpaper 。 。 。
sending out puffs of plaster dust。
〃Help me；〃 he muttered。 〃Tony； help me。〃 And suddenly he became aware that the hotel had grown deathly silent。 The whining sound of the motor had stopped （must not have been real） and the sounds of the party had stopped and there was only the wind； howling and whooping endlessly。
The elevator whirred into sudden life。
It was ing up。
And Danny knew who…what…was in it。
He bolted to his feet； eyes staring wildly。 Panic clutched around his heart。
Why had Tony sent him to the third floor？ He was trapped up here。 All the doors were locked。
The attic！
There was an attic； he knew。 He had e up here with daddy the day he had salted the rattraps around up there。 He hadn't allowed Danny to e up with him because of the rats。 He was afraid Danny might be bitten。 But the trapdoor which led to the attic was set into the ceiling of the last short corridor in this wing。 There was a pole leaning against the wall。 Daddy had pushed the trapdoor open with the pole； there had been a ratcheting whir of counterweights as the door went up and a ladder had swung down。 If he could get up there and pull the ladder after him 。 。 。
Somewhere in the maze of corridors behind him； the elevator came to a stop。
There was a metallic； rattling crash as the gate was thrown back。 And then a voice…not in his head now but terribly real…called out： 〃Danny？ Danny； e here a minute； will you？ You've done something wrong and I want you to e and take your medicine like a man。 Danny？ Danny！〃 Obedience was so strongly ingrained in him that he actually took two automatic steps toward the sound of that voice before stopping。 His hands curled into fists at his sides。
（Not real！ False face！ I know what you are！ Take off your mask！）
〃Danny！〃 it roared。 〃e here； you pup！ e here and take it like a man！〃 A loud； hollow boom as the mallet struck the wall。 When the voice roared out his name again it had changed location。 It had e closer。
In the world of real things； the hunt was beginning。
Danny ran。 Feet silent on the heavy carpet； he ran past the closed doors； past the silk figured wallpaper； past the fire extinguisher bolted to the corner of the wall。 He hesitated； and then plunged down the final corridor。 Nothing at the end but a bolted door； and nowhere left to run。
But the pole was still there； still leaning against the wall where Daddy had left it。
Danny snatched it up。 He craned his neck to stare up at the trapdoor。 There was a hook on the end of the pole and you had to catch it on a ring set into the trapdoor。 You bad to… There was a brand…new Yale padlock dangling from the trapdoor。 The lock Jack Torrance had clipped around the hasp after laying his traps； just in case his son should take the notion into his head to go exploring up there someday。
Locked。 Terror swept him。
Behind him it was ing； blundering and staggering past the Presidential Suite； the mallet whistling viciously through the air。
Danny backed up against the last closed door and waited for it。
》
THAT WHICH WAS FORGOTTEN
Wendy came to a little at a time； the grayness draining away； pain replacing it： her back； her leg； her side 。 。 。 she didn't think she would be able to move。 Even her fingers hurt； and at first she didn't know why。
（The razor blade； that's why。） Her blond hair； now dank and matted； hung in her eyes。 She brushed it away and her ribs stabbed inside； making her groan。 Now she saw a field of blue and white mattress； spotted with blood。 Her blood； or maybe Jack's。 Either way it was still fresh。 She hadn't been out long。 And that was important because… （？Why？） Because… It was the insectile； buzzing sound of the motor that she remembered first。
For a moment she fixed stupidly on the memory； and then in a single vertiginous and nauseating swoop； her mind seemed to pan back； showing her everything at once。
Hallorann。 It must have been Hallorann。 Why else would Jack have left so suddenly； without finishing it 。 。 ； without finishing her？
Because he was no longer at leisure。 He had to find Danny quickly and 。 。 。
and do it before Hallorann could put a stop to it。
Or had it happened already？
She could hear the whine of the elevator rising up the shaft。
（No God please no the blood the blood's still fresh don't let it have happened already） Somehow she was able to find her feet and stagger through the bedroom and across the ruins of the living room to the shattered front door。 She pushed it open and made it out into the hall。
〃Danny！〃 she cried； wincing at the pain in her chest。 〃Mr。 Hallorann！ Is anybody there？ Anybody？〃 The elevator had been running again and now it came to a stop。 She heard the metallic crash of the gate being thrown back and then thought she heard a speaking voice。 It might have been her imagination。 The wind was too loud to really be able to tell。
Leaning against the wall； she made her way up to the corner of the short hallway。 She was about to turn the corner when the scream froze her； floating down the stairwell and the elevator shaft：
〃Danny！ e here； you pup！ e here aced take it like a man！〃 Jack。 On the second or third floor。 Looking for Danny。
She got around the corner； stumbled； almost fell。 Her breath caught in her throat。 Something （someone？） huddled against the wall about a quarter of the way down from the stairwell。
She began to hurry faster； wincing every time her weight came down on her hurt leg。 It was a man； she saw； and as she drew closer； she understood the meaning of that buzzing motor。
It was Mr。 Hallorann。 He had e after all。
She eased to her knees beside him； offering up an incoherent prayer that he was not dead。 His nose was bleeding； and a terrible gout of blood had spilled out of his mouth。 The side of his face was a puffed purple bruise。 But he was breathing； thank God for that。 It was ing in long； harsh draws that shook his whole frame。
Looking at him more closely； Wendy's eyes widened。 One arm of the parka he was wearing was blackened and singed。 One side of it had been ripped open。 There was blood in his hair and a shallow but ugly scratch down the back of his neck。
（My God； what's happened to him？）
〃Danny！〃 the hoarse； petulant voice roared from above them。 〃Get out here； goddammit！〃 There was no time to wonder about it now。 She began to shake him； her face twisting at the flare of agony in her ribs。 Her side felt hot and massive and swollen。
（What if they're poking my lung whenever I move？） There was no help for that； either。 If Jack found Danny； he would kill him； beat him to death with that mallet as he had tried to do to her。
So she shook Hallorann； and then began to slap the unbruised side of his face lightly。
〃Wake up；〃 she said。 〃Mr。 Hallorann； you've got to wake up。 Please 。 。 。
please 。 。 。〃 From overhead； the restless booming sounds of the mallet as Jack Torrance looked for his son。
* * *
Danny stood with his back against the door； looking at the right angle where the hallways joined。 The steady； irregular booming sound of the mallet against the walls grew louder。 The thing that was after him screamed and howled and cursed。 Dream and reality had joined together without a seam。
It came around the corner。
In a way； what Danny felt was relief。 It was not his father。 The mask of face and body had been ripped and shredded and made into a bad joke。 It was not his daddy； not this Saturday Night Shock Show horror with its rolling eyes and hunched and hulking shoulders and blood…drenched shirt。 It was not his daddy。
〃Now； by God；〃 it breathed。 It wiped its lips with a shaking hand。 〃Now you'll find out who is the boss around here。 You'll see。 It's not you they want。 It's me。 Me。 Me！〃 It slashed out with the scarred hammer； its double head now shapeless and splintered with countless impacts。 It struck the wall； cutting a circle in the silk paper。 Plaster dust puffed out。 It began to grin。
〃Let's see you pull any of your fancy tricks now；〃 it muttered。 〃I wasn't born yesterday； you know。 Didn't just fall off the hay truck； by God。 I'm going to do my fatherly duty by you； boy。〃 Danny said： 〃You're not my daddy。〃 It stopped。 For a moment it actually looked uncertain； as if not sure who or what it was。 Then it began to walk again。 The hammer whistled out； struck a door panel and made it boom hollowly。