drifting up through the elevator shaft and the stairwell。 The controlling force
of the Overlook； in the shape of his father； blundering around on the first
floor。
A door opened with a thin screeing sound behind him。
A decayed woman in a rotten silk gown pranced out； her yellowed and splitting
fingers dressed with verdigris…caked rings。 Heavy…bodied wasps crawled
sluggishly over her face。
〃e in；〃 she whispered to him； grinning with black lips。 〃e in and we
will daance the taaaango 。。。〃
〃False face！〃 he hissed。 〃Not real！〃 She drew back from him in alarm； and in
the act of drawing back she faded and was gone。
〃Where are you？〃 it screamed； but the voice was still only in his head。 He
could still hear the thing that was wearing Jack's face down on the first floor
。。。 and something else。
The high； whining sound of an approaching motor。
Danny's breath stopped in his throat with a little gasp。 Was it just another
face of the hotel； another illusion？ Or was it Dick？ He wanted — wanted
desperately — to believe it was Dick； but he didn't dare take the chance。
He retreated down the main corridor； and then took one of the offshoots； his
feet whispering on the nap of the carpet。 Locked doors frowned down at him as
they had done in the dreams； the visions； only now he was in the world of real
things； where the game was played for keeps。
He turned to the right and came to a halt； his heart thudding heavily in his
chest。 Heat was blowing around his ankles。 From the registers； of course。 This
must have been Daddy's day to heat the west wing and
（You will remember what your father forgot。）
What was it？ He almost knew。 Something that might save him and Mommy？ But Tony
had said he would have to do it himself。 What was it？
He sank down against the wall； trying desperately to think。 It was so hard 。。。
the hotel kept trying to get into his head 。。。 the image of that dark and
slumped form swinging the mallet from side to side； gouging the wallpaper 。。。
sending out puffs of plaster dust。
〃Help me；〃 he muttered。 〃Tony； help me。〃
And suddenly he became aware that the hotel had grown deathly silent。 The
whining sound of the motor had stopped
（must not have been real）
and the sounds of the party had stopped and there was only the wind； howling
and whooping endlessly。
The elevator whirred into sudden life。
It was ing up。
And Danny knew who — what — was in it。
He bolted to his feet； eyes staring wildly。 Panic clutched around his heart。
Why had Tony sent him to the third floor？ He was trapped up here。 All the doors
were locked。
The attic！
There was an attic； he knew。 He had e up here with daddy the day he had
salted the rattraps around up there。 He hadn't allowed Danny to e up with him
because of the rats。 He was afraid Danny might be bitten。 But the trapdoor which
led to the attic was set into the ceiling of the last short corridor in this
wing。 There was a pole leaning against the wall。 Daddy had pushed the trapdoor
open with the pole； there had been a ratcheting whir of counterweights as the
door went up and a ladder had swung down。 If he could get up there and pull the
ladder after him 。。。
Somewhere in the maze of corridors behind him； the elevator came to a stop。
There was a metallic； rattling crash as the gate was thrown back。 And then a
voice — not in his head now but terribly real — called out： 〃Danny？ Danny； e here
a minute； will you？ You've done something wrong and I want you to e and take
your medicine like a man。 Danny？ Danny！〃
Obedience was so strongly ingrained in him that he actually took two automatic
steps toward the sound of that voice before stopping。 His hands curled into
fists at his sides。
（Not real！ False face！ I know what you are！ Take off your mask！）
〃Danny！〃 it roared。 〃e here； you pup！ e here and take it like a man！〃 A
loud； hollow boom as the mallet struck the wall。 When the voice roared out his
name again it had changed location。 It had e closer。
In the world of real things； the hunt was beginning。
Danny ran。 Feet silent on the heavy carpet； he ran past the closed doors； past
the silk figured wallpaper； past the fire extinguisher bolted to the corner of
the wall。 He hesitated； and then plunged down the final corridor。 Nothing at the
end but a bolted door； and nowhere left to run。
But the pole was still there； still leaning against the wall where Daddy had
left it。
Danny snatched it up。 He craned his neck to stare up at the trapdoor。 There
was a hook on the end of the pole and you had to catch it on a ring set into the
trapdoor。 You bad to —
There was a brand…new Yale padlock dangling from the trapdoor。 The lock Jack
Torrance had clipped around the hasp after laying his traps； just in case his
son should take the notion into his head to go exploring up there someday。
Locked。 Terror swept him。
Behind him it was ing； blundering and staggering past the Presidential
Suite； the mallet whistling viciously through the air。
Danny backed up against the last closed door and waited for it。
》
THAT WHICH WAS
FORGOTTEN
Wendy came to a little at a time； the grayness draining away； pain replacing
it： her back； her leg； her side 。。。 she didn't think she would be able to
move。 Even her fingers hurt； and at first she didn't know why。
（The razor blade； that's why。）
Her blond hair； now dank and matted； hung in her eyes。 She brushed it away and
her ribs stabbed inside； making her groan。 Now she saw a field of blue and white
mattress； spotted with blood。 Her blood； or maybe Jack's。 Either way it was
still fresh。 She hadn't been out long。 And that was important because —
（？Why？）
Because —
It was the insectile； buzzing sound of the motor that she remembered first。
For a moment she fixed stupidly on the memory； and then in a single vertiginous
and nauseating swoop； her mind seemed to pan back； showing her everything at
once。
Hallorann。 It must have been Hallorann。 Why else would Jack have left so
suddenly； without finishing it 。。。 without finishing her？
Because he was no longer at leisure。 He had to find Danny quickly and 。。。
and do it before Hallorann could put a stop to it。
Or had it happened already？
She could hear the whine of the elevator rising up the shaft。
（No God please no the blood the blood's still fresh don't let it have happened
already）
Somehow she was able to find her feet and stagger through the bedroom and
across the ruins of the living room to the shattered front door。 She pushed it
open and made it out into the hall。
〃Danny！〃 she cried； wincing at the pain in her chest。 〃Mr。 Hallorann！ Is
anybody there？ Anybody？〃
The elevator had been running again and now it came to a stop。 She heard the
metallic crash of the gate being thrown back and then thought she heard a
speaking voice。 It might have been her imagination。 The wind was too loud to
really be able to tell。
Leaning against the wall； she made her way up to the corner of the short
ha