Night Journey by Stephen King

Author:Stephen King [King, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Literary, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Crime, Serial Killers, Supernatural, Suspense, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Literary Fiction, Paranormal
Amazon: B01BCEPOXK
Publisher: Scribner
Published: 2016-06-05T16:00:00+00:00

6

I HAD KNOWN the little door between the office and the steps down to the storage room hadn’t been built with the likes of Coffey in mind, but I hadn’t realized how great the disparity was until he stood before it, looking at it thoughtfully.

Harry laughed, but John himself seemed to see no humor in the big man standing in front of the little door. He wouldn’t have, of course; even if he’d been quite a few degrees brighter than he was, he wouldn’t have. He’d been that big man for most of his life, and this door was just a scrap littler than most.

He sat down, scooted through it that way, stood up again, and went down the stairs to where Brutal was waiting for him. There he stopped, looking across the empty room at the platform where Old Sparky waited, as silent—and as eerie—as the throne in the castle of a dead king. The cap hung with hollow jauntiness from one of the back-posts, looking less like a king’s crown than a jester’s cap, however, something a fool would wear, or shake to make his high-born audience laugh harder at his jokes. The chair’s shadow, elongated and spidery, climbed one wall like a threat. And yes, I thought I could still smell burned flesh in the air. It was faint, but I thought it was more than just my imagination.

Harry ducked through the door, then me. I didn’t like the frozen, wide-eyed way John was looking at Old Sparky. Even less did I like what I saw on his arms when I got close to him: goosebumps.

“Come on, big boy,” I said. I took his wrist and attempted to pull him in the direction of the door leading down to the tunnel. At first he wouldn’t go, and I might as well have been trying to pull a boulder out of the ground with my bare hands.

“Come on, John, we gotta go, ’less you want the coach-and-four to turn back into a pumpkin,” Harry said, giving his nervous laugh again. He took John’s other arm and tugged, but John still wouldn’t come. And then he said something in a low and dreaming voice. It wasn’t me he was speaking to, it wasn’t any of us, but I have still never forgotten it.

“They’re still in there. Pieces of them, still in there. I hear them screaming.”

Harry’s nervous chuckles ceased, leaving him with a smile that hung on his mouth like a crooked shutter hangs on an empty house. Brutal gave me a look that was almost terrified, and stepped away from John Coffey. For the second time in less than five minutes, I sensed the whole enterprise on the verge of collapse. This time I was the one who stepped in; when disaster threatened a third time, a little later on, it would be Harry. We all got our chance that night, believe me.

I slid in between John and his view of the chair, standing on my tiptoes to make sure I was completely blocking his sight-line.

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