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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmperhaps worst of all, the crib carefully set up in Gage’s room again. There were absolutely none of thesigns, but the house still had an unpleasant blank feel, as if it were waiting to be filled with. . . well,something.P’raps I ought to take a little run out to Pleasantview Cemetery. See if anything’s doing out there. Mighteven run into Louis Creed. I could buy him a dinner, or somethin.But it wasn’t at Pleasantview Cemetery in Bangor that there was danger; the danger was here, in thishouse, and beyond it.Jud left again and crossed the road to his own house. He pulled a six-pack of beer out of the kitchenfridge and took it into the living room. He sat down in front of the bay window that looked out on theCreed house, cracked a beer, and lit a cigarette. The afternoon drew down around him, and as it did sooften these last few years, he found his mind turning back and back in a widening gyre. If he had knownthe run of Rachel Creed’s earlier thoughts he could have told her that what her psych teacher had toldher was maybe the truth, but when you got older that dimming function of the memory broke down littleby little, the same way that everything else in your body broke down, and you found yourself recallingplaces and faces and events with an eerie surety. Sepia-toned memories grew bright again, the colorstrueing up, the voices losing that tinny echo of time and regaining their original resonance. It wasn’tinformational breakdown at all, Jud could have told him. The name for it was senility.In his mind Jud again saw Lester Morgan’s bull Hanratty, his eyes rimmed with red, charging ateverything in sight, everything that moved. Charging at trees when the wind jigged the leaves. BeforeLester gave up and called it off, every tree in Hanratty’s fenced meadow was gored with his brainlessfury and his horns were splintered and his head was bleeding. When Lester put Hanratty down, Lesterhad been sick with dread—the way Jud himself was right now.He drank beer and smoked. Daylight faded. He did not put on the light. Gradually the tip of his cigarettebecame a small red pip in the darkness. He sat and drank beer and watched Louis Creed’s driveway. Hebelieved that when Louis came home from wherever he was, he would go over and have a little talk withhim. Make sure Louis wasn’t planning to do anything he shouldn’t.And still he felt the soft tug of whatever it was, whatever sick power it was that inhabited that devil’splace, reaching down from its bluff of rotted stone where all those cairns had been built.Stay out of this, you. Stay out of it or you’re going to be very, very sorry.Ignoring it as best he could, Jud sat and smoked and drank beer. And waited.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (259 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM