sk.theshining-第84部分

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this　hall　that　was　neither　a　part　of　real　things　nor　of　the　dreamland　where　Tony　sometimes　showed　him　things。　Why；　where…
　　〃Danny。〃　Far　down　the　giant　hallway；　almost　as　tiny　as　Danny　himself；　was　a　dark　figure。　Tony。
　　〃Where　am　I？〃　he　called　softly　to　Tony。
　　〃Sleeping；〃　Tony　said。　〃Sleeping　in　your　mommy　and　daddy's　bedroom。〃　There　was　sadness　in　Tony's　voice。
　　〃Danny；〃　Tony　said。　〃Your　mother　is　going　to　be　badly　hurt。　Perhaps　killed。
　　Mr。　Hallorann；　too；〃
　　〃No！〃　He　cried　it　out　in　a　distant　grief；　a　terror　that　seemed　damped　by　these　dreamy；　dreary　surroundings。　Nonetheless；　death　images　came　to　him：　dead　frog　plastered　to　the　turnpike　like　a　grisly　stamp；　Daddy's　broken　watch　lying　on　top　of　a　box　of　junk　to　be　thrown　out；　gravestones　with　a　dead　person　under　every　one；　dead　jay　by　the　telephone　pole；　the　cold　junk　Mommy　scraped　off　the　plates　and　down　the　dark　maw　of　the　garbage　disposal。
　　Yet　he　could　not　equate　these　simple　symbols　with　the　shifting　plex　reality　of　his　mother；　she　satisfied　his　childish　definition　of　eternity。　She　had　been　when　he　was　not。　She　would　continue　to　be　when　he　was　not　again。　He　could　accept　the　possibility　of　his　own　death；　he　had　dealt　with　that　since　the　encounter　in　Room　217。
　　But　not　hers。
　　Not　Daddy's。
　　Not　ever。
　　He　began　to　struggle；　and　the　darkness　and　the　hallway　began　to　waver。　Tony's　form　became　chimerical；　indistinct。
　　〃Don't！〃　Tony　called。　〃Don't；　Danny；　don't　do　that！〃
　　〃She's　not　going　to　be　dead！　She's　not！〃
　　〃Then　you　have　to　help　her。　Danny　。　。　。　you're　in　a　place　deep　down　in　your　own　mind。　The　place　where　I　am。　I'm　a　part　of　you；　Danny。〃
　　〃You're　Tony。　You're　not　me。　I　want　my　mommy　*　。　。　I　want　my　mommy。　。　。　〃
　　〃I　didn't　bring　you　here；　Danny。　You　brought　yourself。　Because　you　knew。〃
　　〃No…〃
　　〃You've　always　known；〃　Tony　continued；　and　he　began　to　walk　closer。　For　the　first　time；　Tony　began　to　walk　closer。　〃You're　deep　down　in　yourself　in　a　place　where　nothing　es　through。　We're　alone　here　for　a　little　while；　Danny。　This　is　an　Overlook　where　no　one　can　ever　e。　No　clocks　work　here。　None　of　the　keys　fit　them　and　they　can　never　be　wound　up。　The　doors　have　never　been　opened　and　no　one　has　ever　stayed　in　the　rooms。　But　you　can't　stay　long。　Because　it's　ing。〃
　　〃It　。　。　。〃　Danny　whispered　fearfully；　and　as　he　did　so　the　irregular　pounding　noise　seemed　to　grow　closer；　louder。　His　terror；　cool　and　distant　a　moment　ago；　became　a　more　immediate　thing。　Now　the　words　could　be　made　out。　Hoarse；　huckstering；　they　were　uttered　in　a　coarse　imitation　of　his　father's　voice；　but　it　wasn't　Daddy。　He　knew　that　now。　He　knew　（You　brought　yourself。　Because　you　knew。）
　　〃Oh　Tony；　is　it　my　daddy？〃　Danny　screamed。　〃Is　it　my　daddy　that's　ing　to　get　me？〃　Tony　didn't　answer。　But　Danny　didn't　need　an　answer。　He　knew。　A　long　and　nightmarish　masquerade　party　went　on　here；　and　had　gone　on　for　years。　Little　by　little　a　force　bad　accrued；　as　secret　and　silent　as　interest　in　a　bank　account。
　　Force；　presence；　shape；　they　were　all　only　words　and　none　of　them　mattered。　It　wore　many　masks；　but　it　was　all　one。　Now；　somewhere；　it　was　ing　for　him。　It　was　hiding　behind　Daddy's　face；　it　was　imitating　Daddy's　voice；　it　was　wearing　Daddy's　clothes。
　　But　it　was　not　his　daddy。
　　It　was　not　his　daddy。
　　〃I've　got　to　help　them！〃　he　cried。
　　And　now　Tony　stood　directly　in　front　of　him；　and　looking　at　Tony　was　like　looking　into　a　magic　mirror　and　seeing　himself　in　ten　years；　the　eyes　widely　spaced　and　very　dark；　the　chin　firm；　the　mouth　handsomely　molded。　The　hair　was　light　blond　like　his　mother's；　and　yet　the　stamp　on　his　features　was　that　of　his　father；　as　if　Tony…as　if　the　Daniel　Anthony　Torrance　that　would　someday　be…was　a　halfling　caught　between　father　and　son；　a　ghost　of　both；　a　fusion。
　　〃You　have　to　try　to　help；〃　Tony　said。　〃But　your　father。　。　。　be's　with　the　hotel　now；　Danny。　It's　where　he　wants　to　be。　It　wants　you　too；　because　it's　very　greedy。〃　Tony　walked　past　him；　into　the　shadows；
　　〃Wait！〃　Danny　cried。　〃What　can　I…〃
　　〃He's　close　now；〃　Tony　said；　still　walking　away。　〃You'll　have　to　run　。　。　。
　　hide　。　。　。　keep　away　from　him。　Keep　away。〃
　　〃Tony；　I　can'tl〃
　　〃But　you've　already　started；〃　Tony　said。　〃You　will　remember　what　your　father　forgot。〃　He　was　gone。
　　And　from　somewhere　near　his　father's　voice　came；　coldly　wheedling：　〃Danny？　You　can　e　out；　doc。　Just　a　little　spanking；　that's　all。　Take　it　like　a　man　and　it　will　be　all　over。　We　don't　need　her；　doc。　Just　you　and　me；　right？　When　we　get　this　little　。　。　。　spanking　。　。　。　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　shitl　Right　nowl〃　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
　　
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　　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　ga　ze　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　sluggishly　over　her　face。
　　〃e　in；〃　she　whispered　to　him；　grinning　with　black　lips。　〃e　in　and　we　will　daance　the　taaaango　。　。　。〃
　　〃False　face！〃　he　hissed。　〃Not　real！〃　She　drew　back　from　him　in　alarm；　and　in　the　act　of　drawing　back　she　faded　and　was　gone。
　　〃Where　are　you？〃　it　screamed；　but　the　voice　was　still　only　in　his　head。　He　could　still　hear　the　thing　that　was　wearing　Jack's　face　down　on　the　first　floor　。　。　。　and　something　else。
　　The　high；　whining　sound　of　an　approaching　motor。
　　Danny's　breath　stopped　in　his　throat　with　a　little　gasp。　Was　it　just　another　face　of　the　hotel；　another　illusion？　Or　was　it　Dick？　He　wanted…wanted　desperately…to　believe　it　was　Dick；　but　he　didn't　dare　take　the　chance。
　　He　retreated　down　the　main　corridor；　and　then　took　one　of　the　offshoots；　his　feet　whispering　on　the　nap　of　the　carpet。　Locked　doors　frowned　down　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；　st