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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmThe ground began to rise faster. He barked his shin painfully on an outcropping. But this was not just arock. Louis reached out clumsily with one hand (the strap of his elbow, which had grown numb,screamed briefly) and touched it.Steps here. Cut into the rock. Just follow me. We get to the top and we’re there.So he began to climb and the exhilaration returned, once more beating exhaustion back. . . at least a littleway. His mind tolled off the steps as he rose into the chill, as he climbed back into that ceaseless river ofwind, stronger now, rippling his clothes, making the piece of canvas tarp Gage was wrapped in stuttergunshot sounds like a lifted sail.He cocked his head back once and saw the mad sprawl of the stars. There were no constellations herecognized, and he looked away again, disturbed. Beside him was the rock wall, not smooth butsplintered and gouged and friable, taking here the shape of a boat, here the shape of a badger, here theshape of a man’s face with hooded, frowning eyes. Only the steps that had been carved from the rockwere smooth.Louis gained the top and only stood there with his head down, swaying, sobbing breath in and out of hislungs. They felt like cruelly punched bladders, and there seemed to be a large splinter sticking into hisside.The wind ran through his hair like a dancer, roared in his ears like a dragon.The light was brighter this night; had it been overcast the other time or had he just not been looking? Itdidn’t matter. But he could see, and that was enough to start another chill worming down his back.It was just like the Pet Sematary.Of course you knew that, his mind whispered as he surveyed the piles of rocks that had once been cairns.You knew that, or should have known it—not concentric circles but the spiral . .Yes. Here on top of this rock table, its face turned up to cold starlight and to the black distances betweenthe stars, was a gigantic spiral, made by what the old-timers would have called Various Hands. But therewere no real cairns, Louis saw; every one ofthem had been burst apart as something buried beneath returned to life. . . and clawed its way out. Yetthe rocks themselves had fallen in such a way that the shape of the spiral was apparent.Has anyone ever seen this from the air? Louis wondered randomly and thought of those desert drawingsthat one tribe of Indians or another had made in South America. Has anyone ever seen it from the air,and if they did, what did they think, I wonder?file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (296 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM