Doctor Sleep

empty.
    ( Dan I have to go back now just for a minute I have to refresh my )
    A picture in his mind: a field filled with sunflowers, all opening at once. She needed to take care of her physical being, and that was good. That was right.
    ( go )
    ( I’ll be back as soon as )
    ( go Abra I’ll be fine )
    And with any luck, this would be over when shecame back.
    5
    In Anniston, John Dalton and the Stones saw Abra draw a deep breath and open her eyes.
    “Abra!” Lucy called. “Is it over?”
    “Soon.”
    “What’s that on your neck? Are those bruises?”
    “Mom, stay there! I have to go back. Dan needs me.”
    She reached for Hoppy, but before she could grasp the old stuffed rabbit, her eyes closed and her body grew still.
    6
    Peering cautiously over the railing,Rose saw Abra disappear. Little bitchgirl could only stay here so long, then she had to go back for some R & R. Her presence at the Bluebell Campground wasn’t much different from her presence that day in the supermarket, only this manifestation was much more powerful. And why? Because the man was assisting her. Boosting her. If he were dead when the girl returned—
    Looking down at him, Rose called:“I’d leave while you still have the chance, Danny. Don’t make me punish you.”
    7
    Silent Sarey was so focused on what was going on at Roof O’ the World—listening with every admittedly limited IQ point of her mind as well as with her ears—that she did not at first realize she was no longer alone in the shed. It was the smell that finally alerted her: something rotten. Not garbage. She didn’t dareturn, because the door was open and the man out there might see her. She stood still, the sickle in one hand.
    Sarey heard Rose telling the man to leave while he still had the chance, and that was when the shed door began swinging shut again, all on its own.
    “Don’t make me punish you!” Rose called. That was her cue to burst out and put the sickle in the troublesome, meddling little girl’s neck,but since the girl was gone, the man would have to do. But before she could move, a cold hand slid over the wrist holding the sickle. Slid over it and clamped tight.
    She turned—no reason not to now, with the door closed—and what she saw by the dim light filtering through the cracks in the old boards caused a scream to come bolting out of her usually silent throat. At some point while she hadbeen concentrating, a corpse had joined her in the toolshed. His smiling, predatory face was the damp whitish-green of a spoiled avocado. His eyes seemed almost to dangle from their sockets. His suit was splotched with ancient mold . . . but the multicolored confetti sprinkled on his shoulders was fresh.
    “Great party, isn’t it?” he said, and as he grinned, his lips split open.
    She screamed againand drove the sickle into his left temple. The curved blade went deep and hung there, but there was no blood.
    “Give us a kiss, dear,” Horace Derwent said. From between his lips came the wiggling white remnant of a tongue. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman.”
    As his tattered lips, shining with decay, settled on Sarey’s, his hands closed around her throat.
    8
    Rose saw the sheddoor swing closed, heard the scream, and understood that she was now truly alone. Soon, probably in seconds, the girl would be back and it would be two against one. She couldn’t allow that.
    She looked down at the man and summoned all of her steam-amplified force.
    ( choke yourself do it NOW )
    His hands rose toward his throat, but too slowly. He was fighting her, and with a degree of success thatwas infuriating. She would have expected a battle from the bitchgirl, but that rube down there was an adult. She should have been able to brush aside any steam remaining to him like mist.
    Still, she was winning.
    His hands went up to his chest . . . his shoulders . . . finally to his throat. There they wavered—she could hear him panting with effort. She bore down, and the hands gripped, shuttingoff his windpipe.
    ( that’s right you interfering bastard squeeze squeeze   and SQUEE )
    Something hit her. Not a fist; it felt more like a gust of tightly compressed air. She looked around and saw nothing but a shimmer, there for a moment and then gone. Less than three seconds, but enough to break her concentration, and when she turned back to the railing, the girl had returned.
    It wasn’t a gustof air this time; it was hands that felt simultaneously large