（外文电子版资料）Stephen King - The Boogey Man.pdf

THE BOOGEYMAN THE BOOGEYMAN I came to you because I want to tell my story, the man on Dr Harpers couch was saying. The man was Lester Billings from Waterbury, Connecticut. According to the history taken from Nurse Vickers, he was twenty-eight, employed by an industrial firm in New York, divorced, and the father of three children. All deceased. I cant go to a priest because Im not a Catholic. I cant go to a lawyer because I havent done anything to consult a lawyer about. All I did was kill my kids. One at a time. Killed them all. Dr Harper turned on the tape recorder. Billings lay straight as a yardstick on the couch, not giving it an inch of himself. His feet protruded stiffly over the end. Picture of a man enduring necessary humiliation. His hands were folded corpselike on his chest. His face was carefully set.. He looked at the plain white composition ceiling as if seeing scenes and pictures played out there. Do you mean you actually killed them, or - No. Impatient flick of the hand. But I was responsible. Denny in 1967. Shirl in 1971. And Andy this year. I want to tell you about it. Dr Harper said nothing. He thought that Billings looked haggard and old. His hair was thinning, his complexion sallow. His eyes held all the miserable secrets of whisky. They were murdered, see? Only no one believes that. If they would, things would be all right. Why is that? Because Billings broke off and darted up on his elbows, staring across the room. Whats that? he barked. His eyes had narrowed to black slots. Whats what? That door. The closet, Dr Harper said. Where I hang my coat and leave my overshoes. Open it. I want to see. Dr Harper got up wordlessly, crossed the room, and opened the closet. Inside, a tan raincoat hung on one of four file:///E|/Funny%20%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-%20Ste...g%20-%20Night%20Shift%20-%20The%20Boogeyman.html (1 of 11)7/28/2005 9:03:28 PM THE BOOGEYMAN or five han