Optron #06 09 января 1998

Самиздат

Lit. Page - Night Shift (continued).

               Night shift



(C) Stephen King

    Scored Infarhaskami to let into their
powerful flashlights. One - Hall, second -
Viskonski, the third - Warwick.

  - Ippeston, let your hose Viskonski - nervously threw Warwick.

  Viskonski hands trembling with fear
took a heavy attachment.

  - Ol'rayt - asked Warwick to Viskonski. - Look at both and as 
soon as you see rats - Lupi on them the most powerful jet. 

  "Yeah, sure ..." - Thought Hall. -
"These two opoloumevshih fear nerd
see rats only when they grabbed him in the nose. Especially 
Viskonski. Even if you tell him that this work he receive an 
additional ten dollars - anyway, probably does not help. "


  - Lift the door, - has ordered two of Warwick
standing nearby workers.

  One of them grabbed the ring and, grunting from the strain, 
began to pull. Luke does not yield. But here there was a sucking

sound and one of the edges of the hatch up. Second
worker immediately grabbed him, but at the
same moment, withdrew his hand with a cry of
sudden fright and pain - his hands
were caked with huge, blind and completely white from the total 
absence in their life light beetles. All at once exhaled by

surprise, but the one that pulled the ring,
released him and the door crashed to the roar back. When he 
picked up a second time, already by means of pipes, with its 
lower part fell down hundreds of these beetles. Some fell on 
the floor near the entrance to the cave and were immediately 
with a loud crunch of crushed heels. Such enormous beetles Hall 
does not never seen before in my life. Yes and no

of those present, probably, too.

  - Look. - "Hall said.

  At the bottom of the door was rusty and the now broken the 
efforts of several Men castle. It was closed from the inside.


  - But he should not be below - surprise said Warwick. - It 
must be top ... Why? ..


  - For many reasons - said Hall. -
But most of all, this was done to ensure that no one could open 
the door from the outside. 

  - But who then locked him up? - Showing
"Remarkable" in his state of wit,
asked Viskonski.

  - Well, really I do not know. Mystery - Hall smiled and 
looked at the Warwick. 

  - Listen ... - Whispered suddenly Broach.

  - Oh, my God! .. sobbed when he heard something about
than said Broach, Viskonski. - I do not climb in there!

  What is heard now all was soft
steady noise, published by the thousands and thousands of claws 
rat paw, clip-clopping on the stone floor. Completed the this 
terrible clatter also very uniform in its polyphonic absolutely 
terrible squeak of these creatures. All just numb.


  - Maybe it's just a frog? - There was a slight trembling of 
the nervous voltage voice Warwick.


  Hall laughed out loud.

  Warwick turned on my flashlight and sent
its beam into the darkness of failure, starting
a hatch. Go to the stone floor kept an old wooden staircase and 
severely rotted. Not be seen until a single rat.


  - This rot can not sustain our
weight. Surely fail - he said
Finally.

  Broach (heaviest of all present) stood up to the first rung 
of the ladder and cautiously jumped. That was enough to make 
sure that ladder, at least her first step, though creaking and 
crackled, but not breaks.


  - Something you're too zealously, Broach. I
not asked you to do so - has thrown
he Warwick.

  - Asked me to do it, Ray, if
Had he been here now responded with restraint
Broach.

  - Come on - finally broke the prolonged
pause Hall.

  Warwick, along with Hall and Viskonski walked to the edge of 
the hatch. Viskonski stood between them and simply did shake 
walked in fear. He clearly did not want to go down. Topics

Yet they escaped in a dark doorway hatch
immediately, one after another. Rays on their lights
hopped up the steps, walls, caves, for
the floor, picking out the dark ominous shadows.

  When they finally reached the floor, Warwick
decided to look around more closely. Beam
his lantern alternately illuminated some rotten plywood and 
wooden crates so old blackened by time, drums

nothing more. All around were puddles leaked down and stagnant 
river water. 

  - I have something until no longer hear them, -
Viskonski whispered.

  Very slowly they retreated from the stairs.
In complete silence, heard only the sound of their
steps. Hall stopped and lit
his lantern a huge wooden box with a
poluvytsvetshimi poluoblupivshimisya and white
letters on the front side.

  - Elias Varney - read it aloud. -
1841. Plant that already existed at that time - he asked, 
turning to Warwick.


  - No, - he answered. - Its construction
was completed only in 1887. What's the difference?

  Hall did not respond. They moved again
forward. Due to the very thick dark corridor
This part tonelya seemed much longer,
What actually was. By the sound of footsteps barely audible 
added a mysterious and sinister sound of dripping water. Just 
like in a cave. 

  - What is it - asked incredulously Hall
pointing beam of his lantern on a long
bulge that runs along the arch vault.
She was pretty straightforward and acted out by about two feet. 
Hall Suddenly it seemed that from this projection is based on 
subtle, yet noticeable and a very strange sound. Even without 
sound, but rather, barely perceptible vibrations. Approaching

closer, Hall felt it more clearly.

  Warwick threw back his head and stared at the fact that so 
intrigued the Hall. 

  - It's ... - He began, but suddenly stopped. - ... My God ... 
No ... It can not be! .. - He said slowly with eyes wide open.



          To be continued ...