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 had accrued； as secret and silent as interest in a bank account。
Force； presen