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A HOT； STRANGE WIND began to sigh down the hallway； blowing Jake's sweaty hair back from his brow as his fingers closed over the silver key。 He now understood on some instinctive level what this place was； and what was happening。 The doorkeeper was not just in the house； it was the house： every board； every shingle； every windowsill； every eave。 And now it was pushing forward； being some crazily jumbled representa…tion of its true shape as it did。 It meant to catch him before he could use the key。 Beyond the giant white head and the crooked； hulking shoul…der； he could see boards and shingles and wire and bits of glass…even the front door and the broken banister…flying up the main hall and into the ballroom； joining the form which bulked there； creating more and more of the misshapen plaster…man that was even now groping toward him with its freakish hand。
Jake yanked his own hand out of the hole in the floor and saw it was covered with huge trundling beetles。 He slapped it against the wall to knock them off； and cried out as the wall first opened and then tried to close around his wrist。 He yanked his hand free just in time； whirled； and jammed the silver key into the hole in the plate。
The plaster…man roared again； but its voice was momentarily drowned out by a harmonic shout which Jake recognized： he had heard it in the vacant lot； but it had been quiet then； perhaps dreaming。 Now it was an unequivocal cry of triumph。 That sense of certainty…over…whelming； inarguable…filled him again； and this time he felt sure there would be no disappointment。 He heard all the affirmation he needed in that voice。 It was the voice of the rose。
The dim light in the hallway was blotted out as the plaster hand tore away the other French door and squeezed into the corridor。 The face socked itself into the opening above the hand； peering at Jake。 The plas…ter fingers crawled toward him like the legs of a huge spider。
Jake turned the key and felt a sudden surge of power rush up his arm。 He heard a heavy； muffled thump as the locked bolt inside with…drew。 He seized the knob； turned it； and yanked the door open。 It swung wide。 Jake cried out in confused horror as he saw what lay behind。
The doorway was blocked with earth； from top to bottom and side to side。 Roots poked out like bunches of wire。 Worms； seeming as con…fused as Jake was himself； crawled hither and thither on the door…shaped pack of dirt。 Some dived back into it； others only went on crawling about； as if wondering where the earth which had been below them a moment ago had gone。 One dropped onto Jake's sneaker。
The keyhole shape remained for a moment； shedding a spot of misty white light on Jake's shirt。 Beyond it…so close； so out of reach…he could hear rain and a muffled boom of thunder across an open sky。 Then the keyhole shape was also blotted out； and gigantic plaster fingers curled around Jake's lower leg。
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EDDIE DID NOT FEEL the sting of the hail as Roland dropped the hide； got to his feet； and ran to where Susannah lay。
The gunslinger grabbed her beneath the arms and dragged her…as gently and carefully as he could…across to where Eddie crouched。 〃Let it go when I tell you； Susannah！〃 Roland shouted。 〃Do you understand？ When I tell you！〃
Eddie saw and heard none of this。 He heard only Jake； screaming faintly on the other side of the door。
The time had e to use the key。
He pulled it out of his shirt and slid it into the keyhole he had drawn。 He tried to turn it。 The key would not turn。 Not so much as a millimeter。 Eddie lifted his face to the pelting hail； oblivious to the iceballs which struck his forehead and cheeks and lips； leaving welts and red blotches。
〃NO！〃 he howled。 〃OH GOD； PLEASE！ NO！〃
But there was no answer from God； only another crash of thunder and a streak of lightning across a sky now filled with racing clouds。
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JAKE LUNGED UPWARD； CRABBED the chain of the lamp which hung above him； and ripped free of the doorkeeper's clutching fingers。 He swung backward； used the packed earth in the doorway to push off； and then swung forward again like Tarzan on a vine。 He raised his legs and kicked out at the clutching fingers as he closed on them。 Plaster exploded in chunks； revealing a crudely jointed skeleton of lathing beneath。 The plaster…man roared； a sound of intermingled hunger and rage。 Beneath that cry； Jake could hear the whole house collapsing； like the one in that story of Edgar Allan Poe。
He pendulumed back on the chain； struck the wall of packed earth which blocked the doorway； then swung forward again。 The hand reached up for him and he kicked at it wildly； legs scissoring。 He felt a stab of pain in his foot as those wooden fingers clutched。 When he swung back again； he was minus a sneaker。
He tried for a higher grip on the chain； found it； and began to shinny up toward the ceiling。 There was a muffled； creaking thud above him。 Fine plaster dust had begun to sift down on his upturned； sweating face。 The ceiling had begun to sag； the lamp…chain was pulling out of it a link at a time。 There was a thick crunching sound from the end of the hallway as the plaster…man finally pushed its hungry face through the opening。
Jake swung helplessly back toward that face； screaming。
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EDDIE'S TERROR AND PANIC suddenly fell away。 The cloak of coldness dropped over him…a cloak Roland of Gilead had worn many times。 It was the only armor the true gunslinger possessed 。 。 。 and all such a one needed。 At the same moment； a voice spoke in his mind。 He had been haunted by such voices over the last three months； his mother's voice； Roland's voice； and； of course； Henry's。 But this one； he recognized with relief； was his own； and it was at last calm and rational and courageous。
You saw the shape of the key in the fire； you saw it again in the wood； and both times you saw it perfectly。 Later on； you put a blindfold of fear over your eyes。 Take it off。 Take it off and look again。 It may not be too late； even now。
He was faintly aware that the gunslinger was staring at him grimly； faintly aware that Susannah was shrieking at the demon in a fading but still defiant voice； faintly aware that； on the other side of the door； Jake was screaming in terror…or was it now agony？
Eddie ignored them all。 He pulled the wooden key out of the key…hole he had drawn； out of the door which was now real； and looked at it fixedly； trying to recapture the innocent delight he had sometimes known as a child…the delight of seeing a coherent shape hidden in senselessness。 And there it was； the place he'd gone wrong； so clearly visible he couldn't understand how he'd missed it in the first place。 I really must have been wearing a blindfold； he thought。 It was the s…shape at the end of the key； of course。 The second curve was a bit too fat。 Just a tiny bit。
〃Knife；〃 he said； and held out his hand like a surgeon in an operating room。 Roland slapped it into his palm without a word。
Eddie gripped the top of the blade between the thumb and first finger of his right hand。 He bent over the key； unmindful of the hail which pelted his unprotected neck； and the shape in the wood stood out more clearly…stood out with its own lovely and undeniable reality。
He scraped。
Once。
Delicately。
A single sliver of ash； so thin it was almost transparent； curled up from the belly of the s…shape at the end of the key。
On the other side of the door； Jake Chambers shrieked again。
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THE CHAIN LET GO with a rattling crash and Jake fell heavily； landing on his knees。 The doorkeeper roared in triumph。 The plaster hand seized Jake about his hips and began to drag him down the hall。 He stuck his legs out in front of him and planted his feet； but it did no good。 He felt splinters and rust…blunted nails digging into his skin as the hand tightened its grip and continued to drag him forward。
The face appeared to be stuck just inside the entrance to the hallway like a cork in a bottle。 The pressure it had exerted to get in that far had squeezed the rudimentary features into a new shape； that of some mon…strous； malformed troll。 The mouth yawned open to receive him。 Jake groped madly for the key； wanting to use it as some last…ditch talisman； but of course he had left it in the door。
'〃You son of a bitch！〃 he screamed； and threw himself backward with all his strength； bowing his back like an Olympic diver； unmindful of the broken boards which dug into him like a belt of nails。 He felt his jeans slide down on his hips； and the grip of the hand slipped momentarily。
Jake lunged again。 The hand clenched brutally； but Jake's jeans slid down to his knees and his back slammed to the floor； with the pack to cushion the blow。 The hand loosened； perhaps wanting to secure a firmer grip upon its prey。 Jake was able to draw his knees up a little； and when the hand tightened again； Jake drove his legs forward。 The hand yanked backward at the same time； and what Jake had hoped for happened： his jeans （and his remaining sneaker） were peeled from his body； leaving him free again； at least for the moment。 He saw the hand rotate on his wrist of boards and disintegrating plaster and jam his dungarees into his mouth。 Then he was crawling back toward the blocked doorway on his hands and knees； oblivious of the glass fragments from the fallen lamp； wanting only to get his key again。
He had almost reached the door when the hand closed over his naked legs and began to pull him back once more。
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THE SHAPE WAS THERE now； finally all there。
Eddie put the key back into the keyhole and applied pressure。 For a moment there was resistance 。 。 。 and then it revolved beneath his hand。 He heard the locking mechanism turn； heard the bar pull back； felt the key crack in two the moment it had served its purpose。 He grasped the dark； polished knob with both hands and pulled。 There was a sense of great weight wheeling on an unseen pivot。 A feeling that his arm had been gifted with boundless strength。 And a clear knowledge that two worlds had suddenly e in contact； and a way had been opened between them。
He felt a moment of dizziness and disorientation； and as he looked through the doorway he realized why： although he was looking down…vertically…he was seeing horizontally。 It was like a strange optical illusion created with prisms and mirrors。 Then he saw Jake being pulled backward down the glass… and plaster…littered hallway； elbows dragging； calves pinned…together by a giant hand。 And he saw the monstrous mouth which awaited him； fuming some white fog that might have been either smoke or dust。
〃Roland！〃 Eddie shouted。 〃Roland； it's got h…〃
Then he was knocked aside。
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SUSANNAH WAS AWARE OF being hauled up and whirled around。 The world was a carousel blur： standing stones； gray sky； hailstone…littered ground。。。 and a rectangular hole that looked like a trapdoor in the ground。 Screams drifted up from it。 Within her； the demon raved and struggled； wanting only to escape but helpless to do so until she allowed it。
〃Now！〃 Roland was shouting。 〃Let it go now； Susannah！ For your father's sake； let it go NOW！〃
And she did。
She had （with Detta's help） constructed* a trap for it in her mind； something like a net of woven rushes； and now she cut them。 She felt the demon fly back from her at once； and there was an instant of terrible hollowness； terrible emptiness。 These feelings were at once overshadowed by relief and a grim sense of nastiness and defilement。
As its invisible weight fell away； she glimpsed it…an inhuman shape like a manta…ray with huge； curling wings and something that looked like a cruel baling hook curving out and up from beneath。 She saw/sensed the thing flash above the open hole in the ground。 Saw Eddie looking up with wide eyes。 Saw Roland spread his arms wide to catch the demon。
The gunslinger staggered back； almost knocked off his feet by the unseen weight of the demon。 Then he rocked forward again with an armload of nothing。
Clutching it； he jumped through the doorway and was gone。
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SUDDEN WHITE LIGHT FLOODED the hallway of The Mansion； hailstones struck the walls and bounced up