duskily down into the darkly pooled firs below the timberline。
Jack and Wendy were so absorbed in the view that they didnt look down at
Danny; who was staring not out the window but at the red…and…white…striped silk
wallpaper to the left; where a door opened into an interior bedroom。 And his
gasp; which had been mingled with theirs; had nothing to do with beauty。
Great splashes of dried blood; flecked with tiny bits of grayish…white tissue;
clotted the wallpaper。 It made Danny feel sick。 It was like a crazy picture
drawn in blood; a surrealistic etching of a mans face drawn back in terror and
pain; the mouth yawning and half the head pulverized —
(So if you should see something 。。。 just look the other way and when you
look back; itll be gone。 Are you diggin me?)
He deliberately looked out the window; being careful to show no expression on
his face; and when his mommys hand closed over his own he took it; being
careful not to squeeze it or give her a signal of any kind。
The manager was saying something to his daddy about making sure to shutter
that big window so a strong wind wouldnt blow it in。 Jack was nodding。 Danny
looked cautiously back at the wall。 The big dried bloodstain was gone。 Those
little gray…white flecks that had been scattered all through it; they were gone;
too。
Then Ullman was leading them out。 Mommy asked him if he thought the mountains
were pretty。 Danny said he did; although he didnt really care for the
mountains; one way or the other。 As Ullman was closing the door behind them;
Danny looked back over his shoulder。 The bloodstain had returned; only now it
was fresh。 It was running。 Ullman; looking directly at it; went on with his
running mentary about the famous men who had stayed here。 Danny discovered
that he had bitten his lip hard enough to make it bleed; and he had never even
felt it。 As they walked on down the corridor; he fell a little bit behind the
others and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand and thought about
(blood)
(Did Mr。 Hallorann see blood or was it something worse?)
(I dont think those things can hurt you。)
There was an iron scream behind his lips; but he would not let it out。 His
mommy and daddy could not see such things; they never had。 He would keep quiet。
His mommy and daddy were loving each other; and that was a real thing。 The other