The Shining 原版小說

第60部分 (第2/7頁)

water。　He　had　stood　looking　down　at　her；　a　pulse　beating　thickly　in　his　throat。

There　had　been　other　things　at　the　Overlook：　a　bad　dream　that　recurred　at

irregular　intervals　—　some　sort　of　costume　party　and　he　was　catering　it　in　the

Overlook's　ballroom　and　at　the　shout　to　unmask；　everybody　exposed　faces　that

were　those　of　rotting　insects　—　and　there　had　been　the　hedge　animals。　Twice；

maybe　three　times；　he　had　（or　thought　he　had）　seen　them　move；　ever　so　slightly。

That　dog　would　seem　to　change　from　his　sitting…up　posture　to　a　slightly　crouched

one；　and　the　lions　seemed　to　move　forward；　as　if　menacing　the　little　tykes　on

the　playground。　Last　year　in　May　Ullman　had　sent　him　up　to　the　attic　to　look　for

the　ornate　set　of　firetools　that　now　stood　beside　the　lobby　fireplace。　While　he

had　been　up　there　the　three　lightbulbs　strung　overhead　had　gone　out　and　he　had

lost　his　way　back　to　the　trapdoor。　He　had　stumbled　around　for　an　unknown　length

of　time；　closer　and　closer　to　panic；　barking　his　shins　on　boxes　and　bumping　into

things；　with　a　stronger　and　stronger　feeling　that　something　was　stalking　him　in

the　dark。　Some　great　and　frightening　creature　that　had　just　oozed　out　of　the

woodwork　when　the　lights　went　out。　And　when　he　had　literally　stumbled　over　the

trapdoor's　ringbolt　he　had　hurried　down　as　fast　as　he　could；　leaving　the　trap

open；　sooty　and　disheveled；　with　a　feeling　of　disaster　barely　averted。　Later

Ullman　had　e　down　to　the　kitchen　personally；　to　inform　him　he　had　left　the

attic　trapdoor　open　and　the　lights　burning　up　there。　Did　Hallorann　think　the

guests　wanted　to　go　up　there　and　play　treasure　hunt？　Did　he　think　electricity