semicircle； throwing up clouds of snow； threatening to tip over。 The rear end
struck the foot of the porch steps and rebounded。 Hallorann was off in a flash
and running up the steps。 He stumbled； fell； picked himself up。 The dog was
growling — again in his head — close behind him。 Something ripped at the shoulder
of the parka and then he was on the porch； standing in the narrow corridor Jack
had shoveled through the snow； and safe。 They were too big to fit in here。
He reached the big double doors which gave on the lobby and dug for his keys
again。 While he was getting them he tried the knob and it turned freely。 He
pushed his way in。
〃Danny！〃 he cried hoarsely。 〃Danny； where are you？〃
Silence came back。
His eyes traveled across the lobby to the foot of the wide stairs and a harsh
gasp escaped him。 The rug was splashed and matted with blood。 There was a scrap
of pink terrycloth robe。 The trail of blood led up the stairs。 The banister was
also splashed with it。
〃Oh Jesus；〃 he muttered； and raised his voice again。
〃Danny！ DANNY！〃
The hotel's silence seemed to mock him with echoes which were almost there；
sly and oblique。
（Danny？ Who's Danny？ Anybody here know a Danny？ Danny； Danny； who's got the
Danny？ Anybody for a game of spin the Danny？ Pin the tail on the Danny？ Get out
of here； black boy。 No one here knows Danny from Adam。）
Jesus； had he e through everything just to be too late？ Had it been done？
He ran up the stairs two at a time and stood at the top of the first floor。
The blood led down toward the caretaker's apartment。 Horror crept softly into
his veins and into his brain as he began to walk toward the short hall。 The
hedge animals had been bad； but this was worse。 In his heart he was already sure
of what he was going to find when he got down there。
He was in no hurry to see it。
Jack had been hiding in the elevator when Hallorann came up the stairs。 Now he
crept up behind the figure in the snowcoated parka； a blood… and gore…streaked
phantom with a smile upon its face。 The roque mallet was lifted as high as the
ugly； ripping pain in his back
（？？ did the bitch stick me can't remember ？？）
would allow。
〃Black boy；〃 he whispered。 〃I'll teach you to go sticking your nose in other
people's business。〃
Hallorann heard the whisper and began to turn； to duck； and the roque mallet
whistled down。 The hood of the parka matted the blow； but not enough。 A rocket
exploded in his head； leaving a contrail of stars 。。。 and then nothing。
He staggered against the silk wallpaper and Jack hit him again； the roque
mallet slicing sideways this time； shattering Hallorann's cheekbone and most of
the teeth on the left side of his jaw。 He went down limply。
〃Now；〃 Jack whispered。 〃Now； by Christ〃 Where was Danny？ He had business with
his trespassing son。
Three minutes later the elevator door banged open on the shadowed third floor。
Jack Torrance was in it alone。 The car had stopped only halfway into the doorway
and he had to boost himself up onto the hall floor； wriggling painfully like a
crippled thing。 He dragged the splintered roque mallet after him。 Outside the
eaves； the wind howled and roared。 Jack's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets。
There was blood and confetti in his hair。
His son was up here； up here somewhere。 He could feel it。 Left to his own
devices； he might do anything： scribble on the expensive silk wallpaper with his
crayons； deface the furnishings； break the windows。 He was a liar and a cheat
and he would have to be chastised 。。。 harshly。
Jack Torrance struggled to his feet。
〃Danny？〃 he called。 〃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！〃
》
TONY
（Danny 。。。）
（Dannneee 。。。）
Darkness and hallways。 He was wandering through darkness and hallways that
were like those which lay within the body of the hotel but were somehow
different。 The silkpapered walls stretched up and up； and even when he craned
his neck； Danny could not see the ceiling。 It was lost in dimness。 All the doors
were locked； and they also rose up to dimness。 Below the peepholes （in these
giant doors they were the size of gunsights）； tiny skulls and crossbones had
been bolted to each door instead of room numbers。
And somewhere； Tony was calling him。
（Dannneee 。。。）
There was a pounding noise； one he knew well； and hoarse shouts； faint with
distance。 He could not make out word for word； but he knew the text well enough
by now。 He had heard it before； in dreams and awake。
He paused； a little boy not yet three years out of diapers； and tried to
decide where he was； where he might be。 There was fear； but it was a fear he
could live with。 He had been afraid every day for two months now； to a degree
that ranged from dull disquiet to outright； mind…bending terror。 This he could
live with。 But he wanted to know why Tony had e； why he was making the sound
of his name in this hall that was neither a part of real things nor of the
dreamland where Tony sometimes showed him things。 Why； where —
〃Danny。〃
Far down the giant hallway； almost as tiny as Danny himself； was a dark
figure。 Tony。
〃Where am I？〃 he called softly to Tony。
〃Sleeping；〃 Tony said。 〃Sleeping in your mommy and daddy's bedroom。〃 There was
sadness in Tony's voice。
〃Danny；〃 Tony said。 〃Your mother is going to be badly hurt。 Perhaps killed。
Mr。 Hallorann； too。〃
〃No！〃
He cried it out in a distant grief； a terror that seemed damped by these
dreamy； dreary surroundings。 Nonetheless； death images came to him： dead frog
plastered to the turnpike like a grisly stamp； Daddy's broken watch lying on top
of a box of junk to be thrown out； gravestones with a dead person under every
one； dead jay by the telephone pole； the cold junk Mommy scraped off the plates
and down the dark maw of the garbage disposal。
Yet he could not equate these simple symbols with the shifting plex reality
of his mother； she satisfied his childish definition of eternity。 She had been
when he was not。 She would continue to be when he was not again。 He could accept
the possibility of his own death； he had dealt with that since the encounter in
Room 217。
But not hers。
Not Daddy's。
Not ever。
He began to struggle； and the darkness and the hallway began to waver。 Tony's
form became chimerical； indistinct。
〃Don't！〃 Tony called。 〃Don't； Danny； don't do that！〃
〃She's not going to be dead！ She's not！〃
〃Then you have to help her。 Danny 。。。 you're in a place deep down in your
own mind。 The place where I am。 I'm a part of you； Danny。〃
〃You're Tony。 You're not me。 I want my mommy * 。 。 I want my mommy。。。 〃
〃I didn't bring you here； Danny。 You brought yourself。 Because you knew。〃
〃No — 〃
〃You've always known；〃 Tony continued； and he began to walk closer。 For the
first time； Tony began to walk closer。 〃You're deep down in yourself in a place
where nothing es through。 We're alone here for a little while； Danny。 This is
an Overlook where no one can ever e。 No clocks work here。 None of the keys
fit them and they can never be wound up。 The doors have never been opened and no
one has ever stayed in the rooms。 But you can't stay long。 Because it's ing。〃
〃It 。。。〃 Danny whispered fearfully； and as he did so the irregular pounding
noise seemed to grow closer； louder。 His terror； cool and distant a moment ago；
became a more immediate thing。 Now the words could be made out。 Hoarse；
huckstering； they were uttered in a coarse imitation of his father's voice； but
it wasn't Daddy。 He knew that now。 He knew
（You brought yourself。 Because you knew。）
〃Oh Tony； is it my daddy？〃 Danny screamed。 〃Is it my daddy that's ing to
get me？〃
Tony didn't answer。 But Danny didn't need an answer。 He knew。 A long and
nightmarish masquerade party went on here； and had gone on for years。 Little by
little a force had accrued； as secret and silent as interest in a bank account。
Force； presence； shape； they were all only words and none of them mattered。 It
wore many masks； but it was all one。 Now； somewhere； it was ing for him。 It
was hiding behind Daddy's face； it was imitating Daddy's voice； it was wearing
Daddy's clothes。
But it was not his daddy。
It was not his daddy。
〃I've got to help them！〃 he cried。
And now Tony stood directly in front of him； and looking at Tony was like
looking into a magic mirror and seeing himself in ten years； the eyes widely
spaced and very dark； the chin firm； the mouth handsomely molded。 The hair was
light blond like his mother's； and yet the stamp on his features was that of his
father； as if Tony — as if the Daniel Anthony Torrance that would someday be —
was a halfling caught between father and son； a ghost of both； a fusion。
〃You have to try to help；〃 Tony said。 〃But your father。。。 he's with the
hotel now； Danny。 It's where he wants to be。 It wants you too； because it's very
greedy。〃
Tony walked past him； into the shadows；
〃Wait！〃 Danny cried。 〃What can I — 〃
〃He's close now；〃 Tony said； still walking away。 〃You'll have to run 。。。
hide 。。。 keep away from him。 Keep away。〃
〃Tony； I can'tl〃
〃But you've already started；〃 Tony said。 〃You will remember what your father
forgot。〃
He was gone。
And from somewhere near his father's voice came； coldly wheedling： 〃Danny？ You
can e out； doc。 Just a little spanking； that's all。 Take it like a man and it
will be all over。 We don't need her； doc。 Just you and me； right？ When we get
this little 。。。 spanking 。。。 behind us； it will be just you and me。〃
Danny ran。
Behind him； the thing's temper broke through the shambling charade of
normality。
〃e here； you little shit！ Right now！ 〃
Down a long hall； panting and gasping。 Around a corner。 Up a flight of stairs。
And as he went； the walls that had been so high and remote began to e down；
the rug which had only been a blur beneath his feet took on the familiar black
and blue pattern