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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmTools in the sling. Gage in his arms.He looped the sling over his back, then opened the passenger door of the Civic, pulling the bundle out.Gage was much heavier than Church had been. He might well be crawling by the time he got his boy upto the Micmac burying ground—and he would still have the grave to dig, lighting his way through thatstony, unforgiving soil.Well, he would manage. Somehow.Louis Creed stepped out of his garage, pausing to thumb off the light switch with his elbow, and stoodfor a moment at the place where asphalt gave way to grass. Ahead of him he could see the path leadingto the Pet Sematary well enough in spite of the blackness; the path, with its short grass, glowed with akind of luminescence.The wind pushed and pulled its fingers through his hair, and for a moment the old, childlike fear of thedark rushed through him, making him feel weak and small and terrorized. Was he really going into thewoods with this corpse in his arms, passing under the trees where the wind walked, from darkness intodarkness? And alone this time?Don’t think about it. Just do it.Louis got walking.By the time he got to the Pet Sematary twenty minutes later, his arms and legs were trembling withexhaustion, and he collapsed with the rolled-up tarpaulin across his knees, gasping. He rested there foranother twenty minutes, almost dozing, no longer fearful—exhaustion had driven fear out, it seemed.Finally he got to his feet again, not really believing he could climb the deadfall, only knowing in somenumb sort of way that he must try. The bundle in his arms seemed to weigh two hundred pounds insteadof forty.But what had happened before happened again; it was like suddenly, vividly remembering a dream., No,not remembering; reliving. When he placed his foot on the first dead treetrunk, that queer sensationrushed through him again, a feeling that was almost exultation. The weariness did not leave him, but itbecame bearable—unimportant, really.Just follow me. Follow me and don’t look down, Louis. Don’t hesitate and don’t look down. I know theway through, but it has to be done quick and sure.Quick and sure, yes—the way Jud had removed the stinger.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (289 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM

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