He's exhausted, after all, and from down in the depths of sleep he'd be willing to bet this might be the safest place in the city for him. It's almost enough to keep it all away.
But the shine itself still processes, trying purge itself of all the sick bits it had picked up at the castle. Dan's being pulled out of his cell and forced to walk, down a long hallway that looks exactly like that dungeon, only the cell doors are the Overlook's doors, furnished with room numbers and all.
Come, pup, got to take your medicine! shrieks a goblin, and another laughs until gobs of black come up from its throat. Not quite, we make this one into the medicine! Soup for the immortal soul and Dan can smell it, at the end of the hall, he knows what room number it is, and he kicks and screams. The goblins are smaller than him but so strong; one reaches inside his screaming mouth and holds him by the backs of his teeth. He skids along carpet and ragged brick, and the door opens to a monstrously huge bathtub over a fire.
She's there, Mrs. Massey swims in the soup and it's not decay peeling her flesh from bone, its heat. Come here, Danny.
And then he's in, and it's so hot that he should be dying, and a wet voice says get the tongue, his tongue's so sweet and her rotting arm pushes into his mouth--
Dan shakes and thrashes in the bed, clawing at his mouth, his throat. He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe
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He's exhausted, after all, and from down in the depths of sleep he'd be willing to bet this might be the safest place in the city for him. It's almost enough to keep it all away.
But the shine itself still processes, trying purge itself of all the sick bits it had picked up at the castle. Dan's being pulled out of his cell and forced to walk, down a long hallway that looks exactly like that dungeon, only the cell doors are the Overlook's doors, furnished with room numbers and all.
Come, pup, got to take your medicine! shrieks a goblin, and another laughs until gobs of black come up from its throat. Not quite, we make this one into the medicine! Soup for the immortal soul and Dan can smell it, at the end of the hall, he knows what room number it is, and he kicks and screams. The goblins are smaller than him but so strong; one reaches inside his screaming mouth and holds him by the backs of his teeth. He skids along carpet and ragged brick, and the door opens to a monstrously huge bathtub over a fire.
She's there, Mrs. Massey swims in the soup and it's not decay peeling her flesh from bone, its heat. Come here, Danny.
And then he's in, and it's so hot that he should be dying, and a wet voice says get the tongue, his tongue's so sweet and her rotting arm pushes into his mouth--
Dan shakes and thrashes in the bed, clawing at his mouth, his throat. He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe
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