e 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'