sk.theshining-第7节
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ding him and crying and Daddy had been on the phone。 He had been frightened； had tried to explain to them that there was nothing wrong。 that this sometimes happened to him when he concentrated on understanding more than what normallv came to him。 He tried to explain about Tony； who they called his 〃invisible playmate。〃 His father had said： 〃He's having a Ha Loo Sin Nation。 He seems okay； but I want the doctor to look at him anyway。〃 After the doctor left； Mommy had made him promise to never do that again； to never scare them that way； and Danny had agreed。 He was frightened himself。
Because when he bad concentrated his mind； it had flown out to his daddy； and for just a moment； before Tony had appeared （far away； as be always did； calling distantly） and the strange things had blotted out their kitchen and the carved roast on the blue plate； for just a moment his own consciousness had plunged through his daddy's darkness to an inprehensible word much more frightening than DIVORCE； and that word was SUICIDE。 Danny had never e across it again in his daddy's mind； and he had certainly not gone looking for it。 He didn't care if he never found out exactly what that word meant。
But he did like to concentrate； because sometimes Tony would e。 Not every time。 Sometimes things just got woozy and swimmy for a minute and then cleared… most times； in fact…but at other times Tony would appear at the very limit of his vision； calling distantly and beckoning 。 。 。
It had happened twice since they moved to Boulder； and he remembered how surprised and pleased he had been to find Tony had followed him all the way from Vermont。 So all his friends hadn't been left behind after all。
The first time he had been out in the back yard and nothing much had happened。
Just Tony beckoning and then darkness and a few minutes later he had e back to real things with a few vague fragments of memory； like a jumbled dream。 The second time； two weeks ago； had been more interesting。 Tony； beckoning； calling from four yards over： 〃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 be
