sk.petsematary-第16节

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ng　the　possibilities　of　wife　swapping　with；　say；　Roger　and　Missy　Dandridge；　then　you　blinked　and　you　were　climbing　the　side　of　a　Hawaiian　volcano。　Maybe　he　had　lost　Pascow　because　this　was　the　beginning　of　Act　II。
　　But　when　Louis　emerged　from　the　garage；　he　saw　him　again；　standing　in　the　faint　moonlight　at　the　back　of　the　lawn…at　the　head　of　the　path。
　　Now　fear　came；　entering　softly；　sifting　through　the　hollow　places　of　his　body　and　filling　them　up　with　dirty　smoke。　He　didn't　want　to　go　up　there。　He　halted。
　　Pascow　glanced　back　over　his　shoulder；　and　in　the　moonlight　his　eyes　were　silver。　Louis　felt　a　hopeless　crawl　of　horror　in　his　belly。　That　jutting　bone；　those　dried　clots　of　blood。　But　it　was　hopeless　to　resist　those　eyes。　This　was　apparently　a　dream　about　being　hypnotized；　being　dominated。　。　。　being　unable　to　change　things；　perhaps；　the　way　he　had　been　unable　to　change　the　fact　of　Pascow's　death。　You　could　go　to　school　for　twenty　years　and　you　still　couldn't　do　a　thing　when　they　brought　a　guy　in　who　had　been　rammed　into　a　tree　hard　enough　to　open　a　window　in　his　skull。　They　might　as　well　have　called　a　plumber；　a　rainmaker；　or　the　Man　from　Glad。
　　And　even　as　these　thoughts　passed　through　his　mind；　he　was　drawn　forward　onto　the　path。　He　followed　the　jogging　shorts；　as　maroon　in　this　light　as　the　dried　blood　on　Pascow's　face。
　　He　didn't　like　this　dream。　Oh　God；　not　at　all。　It　was　too　real。　The　cold　nubbles　in　the　rug；　the　way　he　had　not　been　able　to　pass　through　the　shed　door　when　a　person　could　（or　should）　be　able　to　walk　through　doors　and　walls　in　any　self…respecting　dream　。　。　。　and　now　the　cool　brush　of　dew　on　his　bare　feet；　and　the　feel　of　the　night　wind；　just　a　breath　of　it；　on　his　body；　which　was　naked　except　for　his　Jockey　shorts。　Once　under　the　trees；　pine　needles　stuck　to　the　soles　of　his　feet。　。　。　another　little　detail　that　was　just　a　bit　more　real　than　it　needed　to　be。
　　Never　mind。　Never　mind。　I　am　home　in　my　own　bed。　It's　just　a　dream；　no　matter　how　vivid；　and　like　all　other　dreams；　it　will　seem　ridiculous　in　the　morning。　My　waking　mind　will　discover　its　inconsistencies。
　　The　small　branch　of　a　dead　tree　poked　his　bicep　rudely　and　he　winced。　Up　ahead；　Pascow　was　only　a　moving　shadow；　and　now　Louis's　terror　seemed　to　have　crystallized　into　a　bright　sculpture　in　his　mind：　I　am　following　a　dead　man　into　the　woods；　I　am　following　a　dead　man　up　to　the　Pet　Sematary；　and　this　is　no　dream。　God　help　me；　this　is　no　dream。　This　is　happening。
　　They　walked　down　the　far　side　of　the　wooded　hill。　The　path　curved　in　lazy　S…shapes　between　the　trees　and　then　plunged　into　the　underbrush。　No　boots　now。　The　ground　dissolved　into　cold　jelly　under　his　feet；　grabbing　and　holding；　letting　go　only　reluctantly。　There　were　ugly　sucking　noises。　He　could　feel　the　mud　oozing　between　his　toes；　trying　to　separate　them。
　　He　tried　desperately　to　hold　on　to　the　dream　idea。
　　It　wouldn't　wash。
　　They　reached　the　clearing；　and　the　moon　sailed　free　of　its　reef　of　clouds　again；　bathing　the　graveyard　with　ghastly　effulgence。　The　leaning　markers…bits　of　board　and　tin　cans　that　had　been　cut　with　a　father's　tinsnips　and　then　hammered　into　rude　squares；　chipped　chunks　of　shale　and　slate…stood　out　with　three…dimensional　clarity；　casting　shadows　perfectly　black　and　defined。
　　Pascow　stopped　near　SMUCKY　THE　CAT；　HE　WAS　OBEDIANT　and　turned　back　toward　Louis。　The　horror；　the　terror…he　felt　these　things　would　grow　in　him　until　his　body　blew　apart　under　their　soft　yet　implacable　pressure。　Pascow　was　grinning。　His　bloody　lips　were　wrinkled　back　from　his　teeth；　and　his　healthy　road…crew　tan　in　the　moon's　bony　light　had　bee　overlaid　with　the　white　of　a　corpse　about　to　be　sewn　into　its　winding　shroud。
　　He　lifted　one　arm　and　pointed。　Louis　looked　in　that　direction　and　moaned。　His　eyes　grew　wide；　and　he　crammed　his　knuckles　against　his　mouth。　There　was　coolness　on　his　cheeks；　and　he　realized　that　in　the　extremity　of　his　terror　he　had　begun　to　weep。
　　The　deadfall　from　which　Jud　Crandall　had　called　Ellie　in　alarm　had　bee　a　heap　of　bones。　The　bones　were　moving。　They　writhed　and　clicked　together；　mandibles　and　femurs　and　ulnas　and　molars　and　incisors；　he　saw　the　grinning　skulls　of　humans　and　animals。　Fingerbones　clittered。　Here　the　remains　of　a　foot　flexed　its　pallid　joints。
　　Ah；　it　was　moving；　it　was　creeping…　Pascow　was　walking　toward　him　now；　his　bloody　face　grim　in　the　moonlight；　and　the　last　of　Louis's　coherent　mind　began　to　slip　away　in　a　yammering；　cyclic　thought：　You　got　to　scream　yourself　awake　doesn't　matter　if　you　scare　Rachel　Ellie　Gage　wake　the　whole　household　the　whole　neighborhood　got　to　scream　yourself　awake　screamscreamscreamyourselfawakeawakeawake…　But　only　a　thin　whisper　of　air　would　e。　It　was　the　sound　of　a　little　kid　sitting　on　a　stoop　somewhere　and　trying　to　teach　himself　to　whistle。
　　Pascow　came　closer　and　then　spoke。
　　〃The　door　must　not　be　opened；〃　Pascow　said。　He　was　looking　down　at　Louis　because　Louis　had　fallen　to　his　knees。　There　was　a　look　on　his　face　which　Louis　at　first　mistook　for　passion。　It　wasn't　really　passion　at　all；　only　a　dreadful　kind　of　patience。　Still　he　pointed　at　the　moving　pile　of　bones。　〃Don't　go　beyond；　no　matter　how　much　you　feel　you　need　to；　Doctor。　The　barrier　was　not　made　to　be　broken。　Remember　this：　there　is　more　power　here　than　you　know。　It　is　old　and　always　restless。　Remember。〃
　　Louis　tried　again　to　scream。　He　could　not。
　　〃I　e　as　a　friend；〃　Pascow　said…but　was　friend　actually　the　word　Pascow　had　used？　Louis　thought　not。　It　was　as　if　Pascow　had　spoken　in　a　foreign　language　which　Louis　could　understand　through　some　dream　magic　。　。　。　and　〃friend〃　was　as　close　to　whatever　word　Pascow　had　actually　used　that　Louis's　struggling　mind　could　e。　〃Your　destruction　and　the　destruction　of　all　you　love　is　very　near；　Doctor。〃　He　was　close　enough　for　Louis　to　be　able　to　smell　death　on　him。
　　Pascow；　reaching　for　him。
　　The　soft；　maddening　click　of　the　bones。
　　Louis　began　to　overbalance　in　his　effort　to　get　away　from　that　hand。　His　own　hand　struck　a　monument　and　tilted　it　into　the　earth。　Pascow's　face；　leaning　down；　filled　the　sky。
　　〃Doctor…remember。〃
　　Louis　tried　to　scream；　and　the　world　whirled　away…but　still　he　heard　the　click　of　moving　bones　in　the　moonlit　crypt　of　the　night。
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　　It　takes　the　average　human　seven　minutes　to　go　to　sleep；　but　according　to　Hand's　Human　Physiology；　it　takes　the　same　average　human　fifteen　to　twenty　minutes　to　wake　up。　It　is　as　if　sleep　is　a　pool　from　which　emerging　is　more　difficult　than　entering。　When　the　sleeper　wakes；　he　or　she　es　up　by　degrees；　from　deep　sleep　to　light　sleep　to　what　is　sometimes　called　〃waking　sleep；〃　a　state　in　which　the　sleeper　can　hear　sounds　and　will　even　respond　to　questions　without　being　aware　of　it　later。　。　。　except　perhaps　as　fragments　of　dream。
　　Louis　heard　the　click　and　rattle　of　bones；　but　gradually　this　sound　became　sharper；　more　metallic。　There　was　a　bang。　A　yell。　More　metallic　sounds　。　。　。　something　rolling？　Sure；　his　drifting　mind　agreed。　Roll　dem　bones。
　　He　heard　his　daughter　calling　〃Get　it；　Cage！　Go　get　it！〃
　　This　was　followed　by　Gage's　crow　of　delight；　the　sound　to　which　Louis　opened　his　eyes　and　saw　the　ceiling　of　his　own　bedroom。
　　He　held　himself　perfectly　still；　waiting　for　the　reality；　the　good　reality；　the　blessed　reality；　to　e　home　all　the　way。
　　All　a　dream。　No　matter　how　terrible；　how　real；　it　had　all　been　dream。　Only　a　fossil　in　the　mind　under　his　mind。
　　The　metallic　sound　came　again。　It　was　one　of　Gage's　toy　cars　being　rolled　along　the　upstairs　hail。
　　〃Get　it；　Gage！〃
　　〃Get　it！〃　Gage　yelled。　〃Get　it…get　it…get　it！〃
　　Thumpa…thumpa…thumpa。　Gage's　small　bare　feet　thundering　along　the　hallway　runner。　He　and　Ellie　were　giggling。
　　Louis　looked　to　his　right。　Rachel's　side　of　the　bed　was　empty；　the　covers　thrown　back。　The　sun　was　well　up。　He　glanced　at　his　watch　and　saw　it　was　nearly　eight　o'clock。　Rachel　had　let　him　oversleep。　。　。　probably　on　purpose。
　　Ordinarily　this　would　have　irritated　him；　but　this　morning　it　did　not。　He　drew　in　a　deep　breath　and　let　it　out；　content　for　the　moment　to　lie　here　with　a　bar　of　sunlight　slanting　in　through　the　window；　feeling　the　unmistakable　texture　of　the　real　world。　Dust…motes　danced　in　the　sunlight。
　　Rachel　called　upstairs：　〃Better　e　down　and　get　your　snack　and　go　out　for　the　bus；　El！〃
　　〃Okay！〃　The　louder　clack…clack　of　her　feet。　〃Here's　your　car；　Gage。　I　got　to　go　to　school。〃
　　Gage　began　to　yell　indignantly。　Although　it　was　garbled…the　only　clear　words　being　Gage；　car；　geddit；　and　Ellie…bus；　his　text　seemed　clear　enough：　Ellie　should　stay。　Public　education　could　go　hang　for　the　day。
　　Rachel's　voice　again；　〃Give　your　dad　a　shake　before　you　e　clown；　El。〃
　　Ellie　came　in；　her　hair　done　up　in　a　ponytail；　wearing　her　red　dress。
　　〃I'm　awake；　babe；〃　he　said。　〃Go　on　and　get　your　bus。〃
　　〃Okay；　Daddy。〃　She　came　over；　kissed　his　slightly　scruffy　cheek；　and　bolted　for　the　stairs。
　　The　dream　was　beginning　to　fade；　to　lose　its　coherence。　A　'damn　good　thing　too。
　　〃Gage！〃　he　yelled。　〃e　give　your　dad　a　kiss！〃
　　Gage　ignored　this。　He　was　following　Ellie　downstairs　as　rapidly　as　he　co