(Why are you here?)
There was nothing aimless about it after all。 He had been drawn to Room 217 by
a morbid kind of curiosity。 He remembered a story Daddy had read to him once
when he was drunk。 That had been a long time ago; but the story was just as
vivid now as when Daddy had read it to him。 Mommy had scolded Daddy and asked
what he was doing; reading a three…year…old baby something so horrible。 The name
of the story was Bluebeard。 That was clear in his mind too; because he had
thought at first Daddy was saying Bluebird; and there were no bluebirds in the
story; or birds of any kind for that matter。 Actually the story was about
Bluebeards wife; a pretty lady that had corn…colored hair like Mommy。 After
Bluebeard married her; they lived in a big and ominous castle that was not
unlike the Overlook。 And every day Bluebeard went off to work and every day he
would tell his pretty little wife not to look in a certain room; although the
key to that room was hanging right on a hook; just like the passkey was hanging
on the office wall downstairs。 Bluebeards wife had gotten more and more curious
about the locked room。 She tried to peep through the keyhole the way Danny had
tried to look through Room 217s peephole with similar unsatisfying results。
There was even a picture of her getting down on her knees and trying to look
under the door; but the crack wasnt wide enough。 The door swung wide and 。。。
The old fairy tale book had depicted her discovery in ghastly; loving detail。
The image was burned on Dannys mind。 The severed heads of Bluebeards seven
previous wives were in the room; each one on its own pedestal; the eyes turned
up to whites; the mouths unhinged and gaping in silent screams。 They were
somehow balanced on necks ragged from the broadswords decapitating swing; and
there was blood running down the pedestals。
Terrified; she had turned to flee from the room and the castle; only to
discover Bluebeard standing in the doorway; his terrible eyes blazing。 〃I told
you not to enter this room;〃 Bluebeard said; unsheathing his sword。 〃Alas; in
your curiosity you are like the other seven; and though I loved you best of all
your ending shall be as was theirs。 Prepare to die; wretched woman!〃
It seemed vaguely to Danny that the story had bad a happy ending; but that had
paled to insignificance beside the two dominant images: the taunting; maddening
locked door with some great secret behind it; and the grisly secret itself;
repeated more than half a dozen times。 The locked door and behind it the heads;
the severed beads。
His hand reached out and stroked the rooms doorknob; almost furtively。 He had
no idea how long be had been here; standing hypnotized before the bland gray
locked door。
(And maybe three times Ive thought Ive seen things 。。。 nasty things 。。。)
But Mr。 Hallorann — Dick — had also said he didnt think those things could hurt