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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmIf you should see some of those shapes and they bother you, just look the other way. You may hearsounds like voices, but they are the loons down south toward Prospect. The sound carries. It’s funny.”“Loons?” Louis said doubtfully. “This time of year?”“Oh, ayuh,” Jud said again, and his voice was terribly bland and totally unreadable. For a moment Louiswished desperately he could see the old man’s face again. That look— “Jud, where are we going? Whatthe hell are we doing out here in the back of the beyond?”“I’ll tell you when we get there.” Jud turned away. “Mind the tussocks.”They began to walk again, stepping from one broad hummock to the next. Louis did not feel for them.His feet seemed to find them automatically, with no effort from him. He slipped only once, his left shoebreaking through a thin scum of ice and dipping into cold and somehow slimy standing water. He pulledit out quickly and went on, following Jud’s bobbing light. That light, floating through the woods,brought back memories of the pirate tales he had liked to read as a boy. Evil men off to bury golddoubloons by the dark of the moon. . . and of course one of them would be tumbled into the pit on top ofthe chest, a bullet in his heart, because the pirates had believed—or so the authors of these lurid talessolemnly attested—that the dead comrade’s ghost would remain there to guard the swag.Except it’s not treasure we’ve come to bury. Just my daughter’s castrated cat.He felt wild laughter bubble up inside and stifled it.He did not hear any “sounds like voices,” nor did he see any St. Elmo’s fire, but after stepping over halfa dozen tussocks, he looked down and saw that his feet, calves, knees, and lower thighs had disappearedinto a ground fog that was perfectly smooth, perfectly white, and perfectly opaque. It was like movingthrough the world’s lightest drift of snow.The air seemed to have a quality of light in it now, and it was warmer, he could have sworn it. He couldsee Jud before him, moving steadily along, the blunt end of the pick hooked over his shoulder. The pickenhanced the illusion of a man intent on burying treasure.That crazy sense of exhilaration persisted, and he suddenly wondered if maybe Rachel was trying to callhim; if, back in the house, the phone was ringing and ringing, making its rational, prosaic sound. If— Healmost walked into Jud’s back again. The old man had stopped in the middle of the path. His head wascocked to one side. His mouth was pursed and tense.“Jud? What’s—”“Shhh!”file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (101 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM