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done　to　him。〃　He　would　〃show　them　whos　boss；〃　They　were　〃worthless　puppies；〃

the　both　of　them。

There　was　a　thump　as　her　record　player　was　overturned；　a　hollow　crash　as　the

secondhand　TVs　picture　tube　was　smashed；　the　tinkle　of　windowglass　followed　by

a　cold　draft　under　the　bathroom　door。　A　dull　thud　as　the　mattresses　were　ripped

from　the　twin　beds　where　they　had　slept　together；　hip　to　hip。　Boomings　as　Jack

struck　the　walls　indiscriminately　with　the　mallet。

There　was　nothing　of　the　real　Jack　in　that　howling；　maundering；　petulant

voice；　though。　It　alternately　whined　in　tones　of　selfpity　and　rose　in　lurid

screams；　it　reminded　her　chillingly　of　the　screams　that　sometimes　rose　in　the

geriatrics　ward　of　the　hospital　where　she　had　worked　summers　as　a　high　school

kid。　Senile　dementia。　Jack　wasnt　out　there　anymore。　She　was　hearing　the

lunatic；　raving　voice　of　the　Overlook　itself。

The　mallet　smashed　into　the　bathroom　door；　knocking　out　a　huge　chunk　of　the

thin　paneling。　Half　of　a　crazed　and　working　face　stared　in　at　her。　The　mouth　and

cheeks　and　throat　were　lathered　in　blood；　the　single　eye　she　could　see　was　tiny

and　piggish　and　glittering。

〃Nowhere　left　to　run；　you　cunt；〃　it　panted　at　her　through　its　grin。　The　mallet

descended　again；　knocking　wood　splinters　into　the　tub　and　against　the　reflecting

surface　of　the　medicine　cabinet

（！！　The　medicine　cabinet　！！）

A　desperate　whining　noise　began　to　escape　her　as　she　whirled；　pain　temporarily

forgotten；　and　threw　the　mirror　door　of　the　cabinet　back。　She　began　to　paw

through　its　contents。　Behind　her　that　hoarse　voice　bellowed：　〃Here　I　e　now！

Here　I　e　now；　you　pig！〃　It　was　demolishing　the　door　in　a　machinelike　frenzy。

Bottles　and　jars　fell　before　her　madly　searching　fingers　—　cough　syrup；　Vaseline；

Clairol　Herbal　Essence　shampoo；　hydrogen　peroxide；　benzocaine　—　they　fell　into

the　sink　and　shattered。

Her　hand　closed　over　the　dispenser　of　double…edged　razor　blades　just　as　she

heard　the　hand　again；　fumbling　for　the　bolt　and　the　spring　lock。

She　slipped　one　of　the　razor　blades　out；　fumbling　at　it；　her　breath　ing　in

harsh　little　gasps。　She　had　cut　the　ball　of　her　thumb。　She　whirled　around　and

slashed　at　the　hand；　which　had　turned　the　lock　and　was　now　fumbling　for　the

bolt。

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