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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmYou think Church is in again? Fine. Take a walk around and have a look. As you told Rachel, it won’thurt. May even help. And checking to make sure all the doors are on the latch won’t even catch you avirus.He took a deliberate tour of the entire downstairs, checking the locks on doors and windows. He haddone everything right the first time, and Church was nowhere to be seen.“There,” he said. “Let’s see you get in tonight, you dumb cat.” He followed this with a mental wish thatChurch would freeze its balls off. Except that Church of course no longer had any.He switched off the lights and got into bed. The rod started to press into his back almost immediately,and Louis was thinking he would be awake half the night when he fell asleep. He fell asleep restinguncomfortably on his side in the hide-a-bed, but when he woke up he was.in the burying ground beyond the Pet Sematary again. This time he was alone. He had killed Churchhimself this time and then had decided for some reason to bring him back to life a second time. Godknew why; Louis didn’t. He had buried Church deeper this time, though, and Church couldn’t dig hisway out. Louis could hear the cat crying somewhere under the earth, making a sound like a weepingchild. The sound came up through the pores of the ground, through its stony flesh—the sound and thesmell, that awful sickish-sweet smell of rot and decay. Just breathing it in made his chest feel heavy, asif a weight was on it. The crying. . . the crying.the crying was still going on. .and the weight was still on his chest.“Louis!” It was Rachel, and she sounded alarmed. “Louis, can you cornerShe sounded more than alarmed; she sounded scared, and the crying had a choked, desperate quality toit. It was Cage.He opened his eyes and stared into Church’s greenish-yellow eyes. They were less than four inches fromhis own. The cat was on his chest, neatly curled up there like something from an old wives’ tale ofbreath-stealing. The stink came off it in slow, noxious waves. It was purring.Louis uttered a cry of disgust and surprise. He shot both hands out in a primitive warding-off gesture.Church thumped off the bed, landed on its side, and walked away in that stumbling lurch.Jesus! Jesus! It was on me! Oh God, it was right on me!His disgust could not have been greater if he had awakened to find a spider in his mouth. For a momentfile:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (142 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM