corner　carefully。

The　man　in　the　dog　costume　was　still　there。　He　had　put　his　head　back　on　and

was　now　prancing　on　all　fours　by　the　stairwell；　chasing　his　tail。　He

occasionally　leaped　off　the　rug　and　came　down　making　dog　grunts　in　his　throat。

〃Woof！　Woof！　Bowwowwow！　Grrrrrr！〃

These　sounds　came　hollowly　out　of　the　mask's　stylized　snarling　mouth；　and

among　them　were　sounds　that　might　have　been　sobs　or　laughter。

Danny　went　back　to　the　bedroom　and　sat　down　on　his　cot；　covering　his　eyes　with

his　hands。　The　hotel　was　running　things　now。　Maybe　at　first　the　things　that　had

happened　had　only　been　accidents。　Maybe　at　first　the　things　he　had　seen　really

were　like　scary　pictures　that　couldn't　hurt　him。　But　now　the　hotel　was

controlling　those　things　and　they　could　hurt。　The　Overlook　hadn't　wanted　him　to

go　to　his　father。　That　might　spoil　all　the　fun。　So　it　had　put　the　dogman　in　his

way；　just　as　it　had　put　the　hedge　animals　between　them　and　the　road。

But　his　daddy　could　e　here。　And　sooner　or　later　his　daddy　would。

He　began　to　cry；　the　tears　rolling　silently　down　his　cheeks。　It　was　too　late。

They　were　going　to　die；　all　three　of　them；　and　when　the　Overlook　opened　next

late　spring；　they　would　be　right　here　to　greet　the　guests　along　with　the　rest　of

the　spooks。　The　woman　in　the　tub。　The　dogman。　The　horrible　dark　thing　that　had

been　in　the　cement　tunnel。　They　would　be　—

（Stop！　Stop　that　now！）

He　knuckled　the　tears　furiously　from　his　eyes。　He　would　try　as　hard　as　he

could　to　keep　that　from　happening。　Not　to　himself；　not　to　his　daddy　and　mommy。

He　would　try　as　hard　as　he　could。

He　closed　his　eyes　and　sent　his　mind　out　in