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file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Stephen%20King%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm“In the Pet Sematary,” the young man croaked .. . andhe began to grin. This grin was remarkably like the mirthless hysterical grin of the candy-striper whohad closed the drapes.Louis stared down at him, at first refusing to credit what he had heard. Then Louis thought he must havehad an auditory hallucination. He made some more of those phonetic sounds and my subconscious madethem into something coherent, cross-patched the sounds into my own experience. But that was not whathad happened, and a moment later he was forced to realize it. A swooning, mad terror struck him and hisflesh began to creep avidly, seeming to actually move up and down his arms and along his belly inwaves. . . but even then he simply refused to believe it Yes, the syllables had been on the bloody lips ofthe man on the carpet as well as in Louis’s ears, but that only meant the hallucination had been visual aswell as auditory.‘What did you say?” he whispered.And this time, as clear as the words of a speaking parrot or a crow whose tongue had been split, thewords were unmistakable: “It’s not the real cemetery.” The eyes were vacant, not-seeing, rimmed withblood: the mouth grinning the large grin of a dead carp.Horror rolled through Louis, gripping his warm heart in its cold hands, squeezing. It reduced him, madehim less and less, until he felt like taking to his heels and running from this bloody, twisted, speakinghead on the floor of the infirmary waiting room. He was a man with no deep religious training, no benttoward the superstitious or the occult. He was ill-prepared for this. . . whatever it was.Fighting the urge to run with everything in him, be forced himself to lean even closer. “What did yousay?” he asked a second timeThe grin. That was bad.“The soil of a man’s heart is stonier, Louis,” the dying man whispered. “A man grows what he can andtends it."Louis. he thought, hearing nothing with his conscious mind after his own name. Oh my God he calledme by my name“Who are you?” Louis asked in a trembling, papery voice. “Who are you?”“Injun bring my fish“How did you know my—” “Keep clear, us. Know—” “You—”file:///E|/Funny%20&%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...%20Books/Stephen%20King%20-%20Pet%20Sematary.htm (53 of 333)7/28/2005 9:21:49 PM