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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htmhim—something which had reached out to touch him. . . and had then withdrawn its inhuman hand at thevery last second.Something with great yellow eyes which gleamed like foglamps.Steve sometimes awoke shrieking from these dreams, his eyes wide and bulging, and he would think:You think you are screaming, but it’s only the sound of the loons, down south, in Prospect. The soundcarries. It’s funny.But he did not know, could not remember, what such athought might mean. The following year he took a job halfway across the country, in St. Louis.In the time between his last sight of Louis Creed and his departure for the Midwest, Steve never wentinto the town of Ludlow again.EPILOGUEThe police came late that afternoon. They asked questions but voiced no suspicions. The ashes were stillhot; they had not yet been raked. Louis answered their questions. They seemed satisfied. They spokeoutside and he wore a hat. That was good. If they had seen his gray hair, they might have asked morequestions. That would have been bad. He wore his gardening gloves, and that was good too. His handswere bloody and ruined.He played solitaire that night until long after midnight.He was just dealing a fresh hand when he heard the back door open.What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back to you, Louis Creedthought.He did not turn around but only looked at his cards as the slow, gritting footsteps approached. He sawthe queen of spades. He put his hand on it.The steps ended directly behind him.Silence.A cold hand fell on Louis’s shoulder. Rachel’s voice was grating, full of dirt.“Darling,” it said.file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20St...20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (332 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:50 PM