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〃The demon…〃
〃No。 A monster。 Something between the doors…between the worlds。 Something that waits。 And it's opening its eyes。〃
Susannah cast a frightened glance at Roland。
〃Stand； Eddie；〃 Roland said。 〃Be true。〃
Eddie drew a deep breath。 〃I'll stand until it knocks me down；〃 he said。 〃I have to go in now。 It's starting to happen。〃
〃We all goin in；〃 Susannah said。 She arched her back and slipped out of her wheelchair。 〃Any demon want to fuck wit' me he goan find out he's fuckin wit' the finest。 I th'ow him a fuck he ain't never goan fgit。〃
As they passed between two of the tall stones and into the speaking circle； it began to rain。
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As SOON AS JAKE saw the place； he understood two things： first； that he had seen it before； in dreams so terrible his conscious mind would not let him remember them； second； that it was a place of death and murder and madness。 He was standing on the far corner of Rhinehold Street and Brooklyn Avenue； seventy yards from Henry and Eddie Dean； but even from where he was he could feel The Mansion ignoring them and reaching for him with its eager invisible hands； lie thought there were talons at the ends of those hands。 Sharp ones。
It wants me； and I can't run away。 It's death to go in 。。。 but it's madness not to。 Because somewhere inside that place is a locked door。 I have the key that will open it； and the only salvation I can hope for is on the other side。
He stared at The Mansion； a house that almost screamed abnormal…ity； with a sinking heart。 It stood in the center of its weedy； rioting yard like a tumor。
The Dean brothers had walked across nine blocks of Brooklyn； mov…ing slowly under the hot afternoon sun； and had finally entered a section of town which had to be Dutch Hill； given the names on the shops and stores。 Now they stood halfway down the block； in front of The Mansion。 It looked as if it had been deserted for years； yet it had suffered remark…ably little vandalism。 And once； Jake thought； it really had been a man…sion…the home； perhaps； of a wealthy merchant and his large family。 In those long…gone days it must have been white； but now it was a dirty gray no…color。 The windows had been knocked out and the peeling picket fence which surrounded it had been spray…painted； but the house itself was still intact。
It slumped in the hot light； a ramshackle slate…roofed revenant grow…ing out of a hummocky trash…littered yard； somehow making Jake think of a dangerous dog which pretended to be asleep。 Its steep roof overhung the front porch like a beetling brow。 The boards of the porch were splintery and warped。 Shutters which might once have been green leaned askew beside the glassless windows； ancient curtains still hung in some of these； dangling like strips of dead skin。 To the left； an elderly trellis leaned away from die building； now held up not by nails but only by die nameless and somehow filthy clusters of vine which crawled over it。 There was a sign on the lawn and another on die door。 From where Jake stood； he could read neither of them。
The house was alive。 He knew this； could feel its awareness reaching out from the boards and the slumping roof； could feel it pouring in rivers from the black sockets of its windows。 The idea of approaching that terrible place filled him with dismay； the idea of actually going inside filled him with inarticulate horror。 Yet he would have to。 He could hear a low； slumbrous buzzing in his ears…the sound of a beehive on a hot summer day…and for a moment he was afraid he might faint。 He closed his eyes 。 。 。 and his voice filled his head。
You must e； Jake。 This is the path of the Beam； the way of the Tower； and the time of your Drawing。 Be true； stand； e to me。
The fear didn't pass； but that terrible sense of impending panic did。 He opened his eyes again and saw that he was not the only one who had sensed the power and awakening sentience of the place。 Eddie was trying to pull away from the fence。 He turned toward Jake； who could see Eddie's eyes； wide and uneasy beneath his green head…band。 His big brother grabbed him and pushed him toward the rusty gate； but the gesture was too half…hearted to be much of a tease； however thick…headed he might be； Henry liked The Mansion no better than Eddie did。
They drew away a little and stood looking at the place for a while。 Jake could not make out what they were saying to each other； but the tone of their voices was awed and uneasy。 Jake suddenly remembered Eddie speaking in his dream： Remember there's danger； though。 Be care…ful 。 。 。 and be quick。
Suddenly the real Eddie； the one across the street； raised his voice enough so that Jake could make out the words。 〃Can we go home now； Henry？ Please？ I don't like it。〃 His tone was pleading。
〃Fuckin little sissy；〃 Henry said； but Jake thought he heard relief as well as indulgence in Henry's voice。 〃e on。〃
They turned away from the ruined house crouching high…shouldered behind its sagging fence and approached the street。 Jake backed up； then turned and looked into the window of the dispirited little hole…in…the…wall shop called Dutch Hill Used Appliances。 He watched Henry and Eddie； dim and ghostly reflections superimposed on an ancient Hoover vacuum cleaner； cross Rhinehold Street。
〃Are you sure it's not really haunted？〃 Eddie asked as they stepped onto the sidewalk on Jake's side。
〃Well； I tell you what；〃 Henry said。 〃Now that I been out here again； I'm really not so sure。〃
They passed directly behind Jake without looking at him。 〃Would you go in there？〃 Eddie asked。
〃Not for a million dollars；〃 Henry replied promptly。
They rounded the corner。 Jake stepped away from the window and peeped after them。 They were headed back the way they had e； close together on the sidewalk； Henry hulking along in his steel…toed shit…kickers； his shoulders already slumped like those of a much older man； Eddie walking beside him with neat； unconscious grace。 Their shadows； long and trailing out into the street now； mingled amicably together。
They're going home； Jake thought； and felt a wave of loneliness so strong that he felt it would crush him。 Going to eat supper and do homework and argue over which TV shows to watch and then go to bed。 Henry may be a bullying shit； but they've got a life； those two； one that makes sense 。 。 。 and they're going back to it。 I wonder if they have any idea of how lucky they are。 Eddie might； I suppose。
Jake turned； adjusted the straps of his pack； and crossed Rhinehold Street。
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SUSANNAH SENSED MOVEMENT IN the empty grassland beyond the circle of standing stones： a sighing； whispering rush。
〃Something in；〃 she said tautly。 〃in fast。〃
〃Be careful；〃 Eddie said； 〃but keep it off me。 You understand？ Keep it off me。〃
〃I hear you； Eddie。 You just do your own thing。〃
Eddie nodded。 He knelt in the center of the ring； holding the sharp…ened stick out in front of him as if assessing its point。 Then he lowered it and drew a dark straight line in the dirt。 〃Roland； watch out for her。 。 。〃
〃I will if I can； Eddie。〃
〃。 。 。 but keep it off me。 Jake's ing。 Crazy little mother's really ing。〃
Susannah could now see the grasses due north of the speaking ring parting in a long dark line； creating a furrow that lanced straight at the circle of stones。
〃Get ready；〃 Roland said。 〃It'll go for Eddie。 One of us will have to ambush it。〃
Susannah reared up on her haunches like a snake ing out of a Hindu fakir's basket。 Her hands； rolled into hard brown fists； were held at the sides of her face。 Her eyes blazed。 〃I'm ready；〃 she said and then shouted： 〃e on； big boy！ You e on right now！ Run like it's yo birfday！〃
The rain began to fall harder as the demon which lived here re…entered its circle in a booming rush。 Susannah had just time to sense thick and merciless masculinity…it came to her as an eyewatering smell of gin and juniper…and then it shot toward the center of the circle。 She closed her eyes and reached for it； not with her arms or her mind but with all the female force which lived at the core of her： Hey； big boy！ Where you goan？ D'pussy be ovah heah！
It whirled。 She felt its surprise 。 。 。 and then its raw hunger； as full and urgent as a pulsing artery。 It leaped upon her like a rapist springing from the mouth of an alley。
Susannah howled and rocked backward； cords standing out on her neck。 The dress she wore first flattened against her breasts and belly； and then began to tear itself to shreds。 She could hear a pointless； direc…tionless panting； as if the air itself had decided to rut with her。
〃Suze！〃 Eddie shouted； and began to get to his feet。
〃No！〃 she screamed back。 〃Do it！ I got this sumbitch right where 。 。 。 right where I want him！ Go on； Eddie！ Bring the kid！ Bring…〃 Coldness battered at the tender flesh between her legs。 She grunted； fell backward 。 。 then supported herself with one hand and thrust defiantly forward and upward。 〃Bring him through！〃
Eddie looked uncertainly at Roland； who nodded。 Eddie glanced at Susannah again； his eyes full of dark pain and darker fear； and then deliberately turned his back on both of them and fell to his knees again。 He reached forward with the sharpened stick which had bee a make…shift pencil； ignoring the cold rain falling on his arms and the back of his neck。 The stick began to move； making lines and angles； creating a shape Roland knew at once。
It was a door。
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JAKE REACHED OUT； PUT his hands on the splintery gate； and pushed。 It swung slowly open on screaming； rust…clotted hinges。 Ahead of him was an uneven brick path。 Beyond the path was the porch。 Beyond the porch was the door。 It had been boarded shut。
He walked slowly toward the house； heart telegraphing fast dots and dashes in his throat。 Weeds had grown up between the buckled bricks。 He could hear them rustling against his bluejeans。 All his senses seemed to have been turned up two notches。 You're not really going in there； are you？ a panic…stricken voice in his head asked。
And the answer that occurred to him seemed both totally nuts and perfectly reasonable： All things serve the Beam。
The sign on the lawn read
ABSOLUTELY NO TRESPASSING UNDER PENALTY OF LAW！
The yellowing； rust…stained square of paper nailed to one of the boards crisscrossing the front door was more succinct：
BY ORDER OF NYC HOUSING AUTHORITY THIS PROPERTY CONDEMNED
Jake paused at the foot of the steps； looking up at the door。 He had heard voices in the vacant lot and now he could hear them again 。 。 。 but this was a choir of the damned； a babble of insane threats and equally insane promises。 Yet he thought it was all one voice。 The voice of the house； the voice of some monstrous doorkeeper； roused from its long unpeaceful sleep。
He thought briefly of his father's Ruger； even considered pulling it out of his pack； but what good would it do？ Behind him； traffic passed back and forth on Rhinehold Street and a woman was yelling for her daughter to stop holding hands with that boy and bring in the wash； but here was another world； one ruled by some bleak being over whom guns could have no power。
Be true； Jake…stand。
〃Okay；〃 he said in a low； shaky voice。 〃Okay； I'll try。 But you better not drop me again。〃
Slowly； he began to mount the porch steps。
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THE BOARDS WHICH BARRED the door were old and rotten； the nails rusty。 Jake grabbed hold of the top set at the point where they crossed each other and yanked。 They came free with a squall that was the gate all over again。 He tossed them over the porch rail and into an ancient flowerbed where only witchgrass and dogweed grew。 He bent； grasped the lower crossing 。 。 。 and paused for a moment。
A hollow sound came through the door； the sound of some animal slobbering hungrily from deep inside a concrete pipe。 Jake felt a sick sheen of sweat begin to break out on his cheeks and forehead。 He was so frightened that he no longer felt precisely real； he seemed to have bee a character in someone else's bad dream。
The evil choir； the evil presence； was behind this door。 The sound of it seeped out like syrup。
He yanked at die lower boards。 They came free easily。