sk.thewastelands-第57部分
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
t and convulsed within her； screaming to be let go at the same time it used her body with greedy； helpless intensity； but she would not let it go free。
And what's gonna happen when I finally do let go？ she wondered desperately。 What's it gonna do to pay me back？
She didn't know。
31
THE RAIN WAS FALLING in sheets； threatening to turn the circle within the stones into a sea of mud。 〃Hold something over the door！〃 Eddie shouted。 〃Don't let the rain wash it out！〃
Roland snatched a glance at Susannah and saw she was still strug…gling with the demon。 Her eyes were half…shut； her mouth pulled down in a harsh grimace。 He could not see or hear the demon； but he could sense its angry； frightened thrashings。
Eddie turned his streaming face toward him。 〃Did you hear me？〃 he shouted。 〃Get something over the goddam door； and do it NOW！〃
Roland yanked one of their hides from his pack and held a corner in each hand。 Then he stretched his arms out and leaned over Eddie； creating a makeshift tent。 The tip of Eddie's homemade pencil was caked with mud。 He wiped it across his arm； leaving a smear the color of bitter chocolate； then wrapped his fist around the stick again and bent over his drawing。 It was not exactly the same size as the door on Jake's side of the barrier…the ratio was perhaps 。75：1…but it would be big enough for Jake to e through 。 。 。 if the keys worked。
If he even has a key； isn't that what you mean？ he asked himself。 Suppose he's dropped it 。 。 。 or that house made him drop it？
He drew a plate under the circle which represented the doorknob； hesitated； and then squiggled the familiar shape of a keyhole within it。
He hesitated。 There was one more thing； but what？ It was hard to think of； because it felt as if there were a tornado roaring through his head； a tornado with random thoughts flipping around inside it instead of uprooted barns and privies and chicken…houses。
〃e on； sugah！〃 Susannah cried from behind him。 〃You weakenin on me！ Wassa matta？ I thought you was some kind of hot…shit studboy！〃
Boy。 That was it。
Carefully； he wrote THE BOY across the top panel of the door with the tip of his stick。 At the instant he finished the Y； the drawing changed。 The circle of rain…darkened earth he had drawn suddenly darkened even more 。 。 。 and pushed up from the ground； being a dark； gleaming knob。 And instead of brown； wet earth within the shape of the keyhole； he could see dim light。
Behind him； Susannah shrieked at the demon again； urging it on； but now she sounded as if she were tiring。 This had to end； and soon。
Eddie bent forward from the waist like a Muslim saluting Allah； and put his eye to the keyhole he had drawn。 He looked through it into his own world； into that house which he and Henry had gone to see in May of 1977； unaware （except he； Eddie； had not been unaware； no； not totally unaware； even then） that a boy from another part of the city was following them。
He saw a hallway。 Jake was down on his hands and knees； tugging frantically at a board。 Something was ing for him。 Eddie could see it； but at the same time he could not…it was as if part of his brain refused to see it； as if seeing would lead to prehension and prehension to madness。
〃Hurry up； Jake！〃 he screamed into the keyhole。 〃For Christ's sake； move it！〃
Above the speaking ring； thunder ripped the sky like cannon…fire and the rain turned to hail。
32
FOR A MOMENT AFTER the key fell； Jake only stood where he was； staring down at the narrow crack between the boards。
Incredibly； he felt sleepy。
That shouldn't have happened； he thought。 It's one thing too much。 I can't go on with this； not one minute； not one single second longer。 I'm going to curl up against that door instead。 I'm going to go to sleep； right away； all at once； and when it grabs me and pulls me toward its mouth； I'll never wake up。
Then the thing ing out of the wall grunted； and when Jake looked up； his urge to give in vanished in a single stroke of terror。 Now it was all the way out of the wall； a giant plaster head with one broken wooden eye and one reaching plaster hand。 Chunks of lathing stood out on its skull in random hackles； like a child's drawing of hair。 It saw Jake and opened its mouth； revealing jagged wooden teeth。 It grunted again。 Plaster…dust drifted out of its yawning mouth like cigar smoke。
Jake fell to his knees and peered into the crack。 The key was a small brave shimmer of silvery light down there in the dark； but the crack was far too narrow to admit his fingers。 He seized one of the boards and yanked with all his might。 The nails which held it groaned 。。。 but held。
There was a jangling crash。 He looked down the hallway and saw the hand； which was bigger than his whole body； seize the fallen chandelier and throw it aside。 The rusty chain which had once held it suspended rose like a bullwhip and then came down with a heavy crump。 A dead lamp on a rusty chain rattled above Jake； dirty glass chattering against ancient brass。
The doorkeeper's head； attached only to its single hunched shoulder and reaching arm； slid forward above the floor。 Behind it； the remains of the wall collapsed in a cloud of dust。 A moment later the fragments humped up and became the creature's twisted； bony back。
The doorkeeper saw Jake looking and seemed to grin。 As it did； splinters of wood poked out of its wrinkling cheeks。 It dragged itself forward through the dust…hazed ballroom； mouth opening and closing。 Its great hand groped amid the ruins； feeling for purchase； and ripped one of the French doors at the end of the hall from its track。
Jake screamed breathlessly and began to wrench at the board again。 It wouldn't e； but the gunslinger's voice did：
〃The other one； Jake！ Try the other one！〃
He let go of the board he had been yanking at and grabbed the one on the other side of the crack。 As he did； another voice spoke。 He heard this one not in his head but with his ears； and understood it was ing from the other side of the door…the door he had been looking for ever since the day he hadn't been run over in the street。
〃Hurry up； Jake！ For Christ's sake； hurry up！〃
When he yanked this other board； it came free so easily that he almost tumbled over backward。
33
Two WOMEN WERE STANDING in the doorway of the used appliance shop across the street from The Mansion。 The older was the proprietor； the younger had been her only customer when the sounds of crashing walls and breaking beams began。 Now； without knowing they were doing it； they linked arms about each other's waists and stood that way； trembling like children who hear a noise in the dark。
Up the street； a trio of boys on their way to the Dutch Hill Little League field stood gaping at the house； their Red Ball Flyer wagon filled with baseball equipment forgotten behind them。 A delivery driver nosed his van into the curb and got out to look。 The patrons of Henry's Corner Market and the Dutch Hill Pub came straggling up the street； looking around wildly。
Now the ground began to tremble； and a fan of fine cracks started to spread across Rhinehold Street。
〃Is it an earthquake？〃 the delivery van driver shouted at the women standing outside the appliance shop； hut instead of waiting for an answer he jumped hack behind the wheel of his van and drove away rapidly； swerving to the wrong side of the street to keep away from the ruined house which was the epicenter of this convulsion。
The entire house seemed to be bowing inward。 Boards splintered； jumped off its face； and rained down into the yard。 Dirty gray…black waterfalls of slate shingles poured down from the eaves。 There was an earsplitting bang and a long； zigzagging crack shot down the center of The Mansion。 The door disappeared into it and then the whole house began to swallow itself from the outside in。
The younger woman suddenly broke the older one's grip。 〃I'm get…ting out of here；〃 she said； and began to run up the street without looking back。
34
A HOT； STRANGE WIND began to sigh down the hallway； blowing Jake's sweaty hair back from his brow as his fingers closed over the silver key。 He
