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He yanked at die lower boards。 They came free easily。
Of course。 It wants me to e in。 It's hungry； and I'm supposed to be the main course。
A snatch of poetry occurred to him suddenly； something Ms。 Avery had read to them。 It was supposed to be about the plight of modern man； who was cut off from all his roots and traditions； but to Jake it suddenly seemed that the man who had written that poem must have seen this house： / will show you something different from either/Your shadow in the morning striding behind you/Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you；/I will show you 。 。 。
〃I'll show you fear in a handful of dust；〃 Jake muttered； and put his hand on the doorknob。 And as he did； that clear sense of relief and surety flooded him again； the feeling that this was it； this time the door would open on that other world； he would see a sky untouched by smog and industrial smoke； and； on the far horizon； not the mountains but the hazy blue spires of some gorgeous unknown city。
He closed his fingers around the silver key in his pocket； hoping the door was locked so he could use it。 It wasn't。 The hinges screamed and flakes of rust sifted down from their slowly revolving cylinders as the door opened。 The smell of decay struck Jake like a physical blow： wet wood； spongy plaster； rotting laths； ancient stuffing。 Below these smells was another…the smell of some beast's lair。 Ahead was a dank； shadowy hallway。 To the left； a staircase pitched and yawed its crazy way into the upper shadows。 Its collapsed banister lay splintered on the hallway floor； but Jake was not foolish enough to think it was just splinters he was looking at。 There were bones in that litter； as well…the bones of small animals。 Some did not look precisely like animal bones； and these Jake would not look at overlong； he knew he would never summon the courage to go further if he did。 He paused on the threshold； screwing himself up to take the first step。 He heard a faint； muffled sound； very hard and very rapid； and realized it was his own teeth chattering in his head。
Why doesn't someone stop me？ he thought wildly。 Why doesn't some…body passing on the sidewalk shout 〃Hey； you！ You're not supposed to be in there…can'tcha read？〃
But he knew why。 Pedestrians stuck mostly to the other side of this street； and those who came near this house did not linger。
Even if someone did happen to look； they wouldn't see me； because I'm not really here。 For better or worse； I've already left my world behind。 I've started to cross over。 His world is somewhere ahead。 This 。。。
This was the hell between。
Jake stepped into the corridor； and although he screamed when the door swung shut behind him with the sound of a mausoleum door being slammed； he wasn't surprised。
Down deep； he wasn't surprised at all。
28
ONCE UPON A TIME there had been a young woman named Detta Walker who liked to frequent the honky…tonks and roadhouses along Ridgeline Road outside of Nutley and on Route 88 down by the power…lines； out…side of Amhigh。 She had had legs in those days； and； as the song says； she knew how to use them。 She would wear some tight cheap dress that looked like silk but wasn't and dance with the white boys while the band played all those ofay party tunes like 〃Double Shot of My Baby's Love〃 and 〃The Hippy…Hippy Shake。〃 Eventually she would cut one of the honkeys out of the pack and let him lead her back to his car in the parking lot。 There she would make out with him （one of the world's great soul…kissers was Detta Walker； and no slouch with the old fingernails； either） until he was just about insane 。 。 。 and then she'd shut him down。 What happened next？ Well； that was the question； wasn't it？ That was the game。 Some of them wept and begged…^all right； but not great。 Some of them raved and roared； which was better。
And although she had been slapped upside the head； punched in the eye； spat upon； and once kicked in the ass so hard she had gone sprawling in the gravel parking lot of The Red Windmill； she had never been raped。 They had all gone home with the blue balls； every damned ofay one of them。 Which meant； in Detta Walker's book； that she was the reigning champion； the undefeated queen。 Of what？ Of them。 Of all those crewcut； button…down； tightass honkey motherfuckers。
Until now。
There was no way to withstand the demon who lived in the speaking ring。 No doorhandles to grab； no car to tumble out of； no building to run back into； no cheek to slap； no face to claw； no balls to kick if the ofay sumbitch was slow getting the message。
The demon was on her 。 。 。 and then； in a flash； it…he…was in her。
She could feel it…him…pressing her backward； even though she could not see it…him。 She could not see its…his…hands； but she could see their work as her dress tore violently open in several places。 Then； suddenly； pain。 It felt as though she were being ripped open down there； and in her agony and surprise she screamed。 Eddie looked around； his eyes narrowing。
〃I'm all right！〃 she yelled。 〃Go on； Eddie； forget about me！ I'm all right！〃
But she wasn't。 For the first time since Detta had strode onto the sexual battlefield at the age of thirteen； she was losing。 A horrid； engorged coldness plunged into her； it was like being fucked with an icicle。
Dimly； she saw Eddie turn away and begin drawing in the dirt again； his expression of warm concern fading back into the terrible； concen…trated coldness she sometimes felt in him and saw on his face。 Well； that was all right； wasn't it？ She had told him to go on； to forget her； to do what he needed to do in order to bring the boy over。 This was her part of Jake's drawing and she had no right to hate either of the men； who had not twisted her arm…or anything else…to make her do it； but as the coldness froze her and Eddie turned away from her； she hated them both； could； in fact； have torn their honkey balls off。
Then Roland was with her； his strong hands were on her shoulders and although he didn't speak； she heard him： Don't fight。 You can't win if you fight…you can only die。 Sex is its weapon； Susannah； but it's also its weakness。
Yes。 It was always their weakness。 The only difference was that this time she was going to have to give a little more…but maybe that was all right。 Maybe in the end； she would be able to make this invisible honkey demon pay a little more。
She forced herself to relax her thighs。 Immediately they spread apart； pushing long； curved fans in the dirt。 She threw her head back into the rain which was now pelting down and sensed its face lolling just over hers； eager eyes drinking in every contorted grimace which passed over her face。
She reached up with one hand； as if to slap 。 。 。 and instead； slid it around the nape of her demon rapist's neck。 It was like cupping a palmful of solid smoke。 And did she feel it twitch backward； surprised at her caress？ She tilted her pelvis upward； using her grip on the invisible neck to create the leverage。 At the same time she spread her legs even wider； splitting what remained of her dress up the side…seams。 God； it was huge！
〃e on；〃 she panted。 〃You ain't gonna rape me。 You ain't。 You want t'fuck me？ I fuck you。 I give you a fuckin like you ain't nevah had！ Fuck you to death！〃
She felt the engorgement within her tremble； felt the demon try； at least momentarily； to draw back and regroup。
〃Unh…unh； honey；〃 she croaked。 She squeezed her thighs inward； pinning it。 〃De fun jus' startin'。〃 She began to flex her butt； humping at the invisible presence。 She reached up with her free hand； interlaced all ten fingers； and allowed herself to fall backward with her hips cocked； her straining arms seeming to hold nothing。 She tossed her sweat…damp hair out of her eyes； her lips split in a sharklike grin。
Let me go！ a voice cried out in her mind。 But at the same time she could feel the owner of the voice responding in spite of itself。
〃No way； sugar。 You wanted it 。。。 now you goan get it。〃 She thrust upward； holding on； concentrating fiercely on the freezing cold inside her。 〃I'm goan melt that icicle； sugar； and when it's gone； what you goan do then？〃 Her lips rose and fell； rose and fell。 She squeezed her thighs mercilessly together； closed her eyes； clawed more deeply into the unseen neck； and prayed that Eddie would be quick。
She didn't know how long she could do this。
29
THE PROBLEM； JAKE THOUGHT； was simple： somewhere in this dank； terrible place was a locked door。 The right door。 All he had to do was find it。 But it was hard； because he could feel the presence in the house gathering。 The sound of those dissonant； gabbling voices was beginning to merge into one sound…a low； grating whisper。
And it was approaching。
A door stood open to the right。 Beside it； thumbtacked to the wall； was a faded daguerreotype which showed a hanged man dangling like a piece of rotten fruit from a dead tree。 Beyond it was a room that had once been a kitchen。 The stove was gone； but an ancient icebox…the land with the circular refrigeration drum on top…stood on the far side of the hilly； faded linoleum。 Its door gaped open。 Black； smelly stuff was caked inside and had trickled down to form a long…congealed puddle on the floor。 The kitchen cabinets stood open。 In one he saw what was probably the world's oldest can of Snow's Clam Fry…Ettes。 Poking out of another was the head of a dead rat。 Its eyes were white and seemingly in motion； and after a moment Jake realized that the empty sockets were filled with squirming maggots。
Something fell into his hair with a flabby thump。 Jake screamed in surprise； reached for it； and grasped something that felt like a soft； bris…tle…covered rubber ball。 He pulled it free and saw it was a spider； its bloated body the color of a fresh bruise。 Its eyes regarded him with stupid malevolence。 Jake threw it against the wall。 It broke open and splattered there； legs twitching feebly。
Another one dropped onto his neck。 Jake felt a sudden painful bite just below the place where his hair stopped。 He ran backward into the hall； tripped over the fallen banister； fell heavily； and felt the spider pop。 Its innards…wet； feverish； and slippery…slid between his shoulder…blades like warm egg…yoke。 Now he could see other spiders in the kitchen doorway。 Some hung on almost invisible silken threads like obscene plumb…bobs； others simply dropped on the floor in a series of muddy plops and scuttered eagerly over to greet him。
Jake flailed to his feet； still screaming。 He felt something in his mind； something that felt like a frayed rope； starting to give way。 He supposed it was his sanity； and at that realization； Jake's considerable courage finally broke。 He could bear this no longer； no matter what the stake。 He bolted； meaning to flee if he still could； and realized too late that he had turned the wrong way and was running deeper into The Mansion instead of back toward the porch。
He lunged into a space too big to be a parlor or living room； it seemed to be a ballroom。 Elves with strange； sly smiles on their faces capered on the wallpaper； peering at Jake from beneath peaked green caps。 A mouldy couch was pushed against one wall。 In the center of the warped wooden floor was a splintered chandelier； its rusty chain lying in snarls among the spilled glass beads and dusty teardrop pendants。 Jake skirted the wreck； snatching one terrified glance back over his shoulder。 He saw no spiders； if not for the nastiness still trickling down his back； he might have believed he had imagined them。
He looked forward again and came to a sudden； skidding halt。 Ahead； a pair of French doors stood half…open on their recessed tracks。 Another hallway stretched beyond。 At the end of this second corridor stood a closed door with a golden knob。 Written across the door…or perhaps carved into it…were two words：
THE BOY
Below the doorknob was a filigreed silver plate and a keyhole。
I found it！ Jake thought fiercely。 I finally found it！ That's it！ That's the door！
From behind him a low groaning noise began； as if the house was beginning to tear itself apart。 Jake turned and looked back across the ballroom。 The wall on the far side of the room had beg