sk.theshining-第8部分

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：　〃Danny　。　。　。　e　see　。　。　。〃　It　seemed　that　he　was　getting　up；　then　falling　into　a　deep　hole；　like　Alice　into　Wonderland。　Then　he　had　been　in　the　basement　of　the　apartment　house　and　Tony　had　been　beside　him；　pointing　into　the　shadows　at　the　trunk　his　daddy　carried　all　his　important　papers　in；　especially　〃THE　PLAY。〃
　　〃See？〃　Tony　had　said　in　his　distant；　musical　voice。　〃It's　under　the…　stairs。
　　Right　under　the　stairs。　The　movers　put　it　right　。　。　。　under。　。　。　the　stairs。〃　Danny　had　stepped　forward　to　look　more　closely　at　this　marvel　and　then　he　was　falling　again；　this　time　out　of　the　back…yard　swing；　where　he　had　been　sitting　all　along。　He　had　gotten　the　wind　knocked　out　of　himself；　too。
　　Three　or　four　days　later　his　daddy　had　been　stomping　around；　telling　Mommy　furiously　that　he　had　been　all　over　the　goddam　basement　and　the　trunk　wasn't　there　and　he　was　going　to　sue　the　goddam　movers　who　had　left　it　somewhere　between　Vermont　and　Colorado。　How　was　he　supposed　to　be　able　to　finish　〃THE　PLAY〃　if　things　like　this　kept　cropping　up？
　　Danny　said；　〃No；　Daddy。　It's　under　the　stairs。　The　movers　put　it　right　under　the　stairs。〃　Daddy　had　given　him　a　strange　look　and　had　gone　down　to　see。　The　trunk　had　been　there；　just　where　Tony　had　shown　him。　Daddy　had　taken　him　aside；　had　sat　him　on　his　lap；　and　had　asked　Danny　who　let　him　down　cellar。　Had　it　been　Tom　from　upstairs？　The　cellar　was　dangerous；　Daddy　said。　That　was　why　the　landlord　kept　it　locked。　If　someone　was　leaving　it　unlocked；　Daddy　wanted　to　know。　He　was　glad　to　have　his　papers　and　his　〃PLAY〃　but　it　wouldn't　be　worth　it　to　him；　he　said；　if　Danny　fell　down　the　stairs　and　broke　his　。　。　。　his　leg。　Danny　told　his　father　earnestly　that　he　hadn't　been　down　in　the　cellar。　That　door　was　always　locked。　And　Mommy　agreed。　Danny　never　went　down　in　the　back　hall；　she　said；　because　it　was　damp　and　dark　and　spidery。　And　he　didn't　tell　lies。
　　〃Then　bow　did　you　know；　doc？〃　Daddy　asked。
　　〃Tony　showed　me。〃　His　mother　and　father　had　exchanged　a　look　over　his　head。　This　had　happened　before；　from　time　to　time。　Because　it　was　frightening；　they　swept　it　quickly　from　their　minds。　But　be　knew　they　worried　about　Tony；　Mommy　especially；　and　he　was　careful　about　thinking　the　way　that　could　make　Tony　e　where　she　might　see。　But　now　he　thought　she　was　lying　down；　not　moving　about　in　the　kitchen　yet；　and　so　he　concentrated　hard　to　see　if　he　could　understand　what　Daddy　was　thinking　about。
　　His　brow　furrowed　and　his　slightly　grimy　hands　clenched　into　tight　fists　on　his　jeans。　He　did　not　close　his　eyes…that　wasn't　necessary…but　he　squinched　them　down　to　slits　and　imagined　Daddy's　voice；　Jack's　voice；　John　Daniel　Torrance's　voice；　deep　and　steady；　sometimes　quirking　up　with　amusement　or　deepening　even　more　with　anger　or　just　staying　steady　because　he　was　thinking。　Thinking　of。
　　Thinking　about。　Thinking　。。
　　（thinking）　Danny　sighed　quietly　and　his　body　slumped　on　the　curb　as　if　all　the　muscles　had　gone　out　of　it。　He　was　fully　conscious；　he　saw　the　street　and　the　girl　and　boy　walking　up　the　sidewalk　on　the　other　side；　holding　hands　because　they　were　（？in　love？）　so　happy　about　the　day　and　themselves　together　in　the　day。　He　saw　autumn　leaves　blowing　along　the　gutter；　yellow　cartwheels　of　irregular　shape。　He　saw　the　house　they　were　passing　and　noticed　how　the　roof　was　covered　with　（shingles。　i　guess　it'll　be　no　problem　if　the　flashing's　ok　yeah　that'll　be　all　right。　that　watson。　christ　what　a　character。　wish　there　was　a　place　for　him　in　〃THE　PLAY。　〃　i'll　end　up　with　the　whole　fucking　human　race　in　it　if　i　don't　watch　out。　yeah。　shingles。　are　there　nails　out　there？　oh　shit　forgot　to　ask　him　well　they're　simple　to　get。　sidewinder　hardware　store。　wasps。　they're　nesting　this　time　of　year。　i　might　want　to　get　one　of　those　bug　bombs　in　case　they're　there　when　i　rip　up　the　old　shingles。　new　shingles。　old）　shingles。　So　that's　what　he　was　thinking　about。　He　had　gotten　the　job　and　was　thinking　about　shingles。　Danny　didn't　know　who　Watson　was；　but　everything　else　seemed　clear　enough。　And　he　might　get　to　see　a　wasps'　nest。　Just　as　sure　as　his　name　was
　　〃Danny　。　。　。　Dannee　。　。　。〃　He　looked　up　and　there　was　Tony；　far　up　the　street；　standing　by　a　stop　sign　and　waving。　Danny；　as　always；　felt　a　warm　burst　of　pleasure　at　seeing　his　old　friend；　but　this　time　he　seemed　to　feel　a　prick　of　fear；　too；　as　if　Tony　had　e　with　some　darkness　hidden　behind　his　back。　A　jar…of　wasps　which　when　released　would　sting　deeply。
　　But　there　was　no　question　of　not　going。
　　He　slumped　further　down　on　the　curb；　his　hands　sliding　laxly　from　his　thighs　and　dangling　below　the　fork　of　his　crotch。　His　chin　sank　onto　his　chest。　Then　there　was　a　dim；　painless　tug　as　part　of　him　got　up　and　ran　after　Tony　into　funneling　darkness。
　　〃Dannee…〃　Now　the　darkness　was　shot　with　swirling　whiteness。　A　coughing；　whooping　sound　and　bending；　tortured　shadows　that　resolved　themselves　into　fir　trees　at　night；　being　pushed　by　a　screaming　gale。　Snow　swirled　and　danced。　Snow　everywhere。
　　〃Too　deep；〃　Tony　said　from　the　darkness；　and　there　was　a　sadness　in　his　voice　that　terrified　Danny。　〃Too　deep　to　get　out。〃　Another　shape；　looming；　rearing。　Huge　and　rectangular。　A　sloping　roof。
　　Whiteness　that　was　blurred　in　the　stormy　darkness。　Many　windows。　A　long　building　with　a　shingled　roof。　Some　of　the　shingles　were　greener；　newer。　His　daddy　put　them　on。　With　nails　from　the　Sidewinder　hardware　store。　Now　the　snow　was　covering　the　shingles。　It　was　covering　everything。
　　A　green　witchlight　glowed　into　being　on　the　front　of　the　building；　flickered；　and　became　a　giant；　grinning　skull　over　two　crossed　bones：
　　〃Poison；〃　Tony　said　from　the　floating　darkness。　〃Poison。〃　Other　signs　flickered　past　his　eyes；　some　in　green　letters；　some　of　them　on　boards　stuck　at　leaning　angles　into　the　snowdrifts。　NO　SWIMMING。　DANGER！　LIVE　WIRES。　THIS　PROPERTY　CONDEMNED。　HIGH　VOLTAGE。　THIRD　RAIL。　DANGER　OF　DEATH。　KEEP　OFF。　KEEP　OUT。　NO　TRESPASSING。　VIOLATORS　WILL　BE　SHOT　ON　SIGHT。　He　understood　none　of　them　pletely…he　couldn't　read！…but　got　a　sense　of　all；　and　a　dreamy　terror　floated　into　the　dark　hollows　of　his　body　like　light　brown　spores　that　would　die　in　sunlight。
　　They　faded。　Now　he　was　in　a　room　filled　with　strange　furniture；　a　room　that　was　dark。　Snow　spattered　against　the　windows　like　thrown　sand。　His　mouth　was　dry；　his　eyes　like　hot　marbles；　his　heart　triphammering　in　his　chest。　Outside　there　was　a　hollow　booming　noise；　like　a　dreadful　door　being　thrown　wide。
　　Footfalls。　Across　the　room　was　a　mirror；　and　deep　down　in　its　silver　bubble　a　single　word　appeared　in　green　fire　and　that　word　was：　REDRUM。
　　The　room　faded。　Another　room。　He　knew　（would　know）　this　one。　An　overturned　chair。　A　broken　window　with　snow　swirling　in；　already　it　had　frosted　the　edge　of　the　rug。　The　drapes　had　been　pulled　free　and　hung　on　their　broken　rod　at　an　angle。　A　low　cabinet　lying　on　its　face。
　　More　hollow　booming　noises；　steady；　rhythmic；　horrible。　Smashing　glass。
　　Approaching　destruction。　A　hoarse　voice；　the　voice　of　a　madman；　made　the　more　terrible　by　its　familiarity：　e　out！　Came　out；　you　little　shit！　Take　your　medicine！
　　Crash。　Crash。　Crash。　Splintering　wood。　A　bellow　of　rage　and　satisfaction。
　　REDRUM。　ing。
　　Drifting　across　the　room。　Pictures　torn　off　the　walls。　A　record　player　（？Mommy's　record　player'！）　overturned　on　the　floor。　Her　records；　Grieg；　Handel；　the　Beatles；　Art　Garfunkel；　Bach；　Liszt；　thrown　everywhere。　Broken　into　jagged　black　pie　wedges。
　　A　shaft　of　light　ing　from　another　room；　the　bathroom；　harsh　white　light　and　a　word　flickering　on　and　off　in　the　medicine　cabinet　mirror　like　a　red　eye；　REDRUM；　REDRUM；　REDRUM…
　　〃No；〃　he　whispered。　〃No；　Tony　please…〃　And；　dangling　over　the　white　porcelain　lip　of　the　bathtub；　a　hand。　Limp。　A　slow　trickle　of　blood　（REDRUM）　trickling　down　one　of　the　fingers；　the　third；　dripping　onto　the　tile　from　the　carefully　shaped　nail…　No　oh　no　oh　no…　（oh　please；　Tony；　you're　scaring　me）　REDRUM　REDRUM　REDRUM　（stop　it；　Tony；　stop　it）　Fading。
　　In　the　darkness　the　booming　noises　grew　louder；　louder　still；　echoing；　everywhere；　all　around。
　　And　now　he　was　crouched　in　a　dark　hallway；　crouched　on　a　blue　rug　with　a　riot