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

The Monkey Stephen King: The Monkey ELECTRONIC VERSION 1.0 (Apr 04 00). If you find and correct errors in the text, please update the version number by 0.1 and redistribute. When Hal Shelburn saw it, when his son Dennis pulled it out of a moulderlng Ralston-Purina carton that had been pushed far back under one attic eave, such a feeling of horror and dismay rose in him that for one moment he thought he would scream. He put one fist to his mouth, as if to cram it back ... and then merely coughed into his fist. Neither Terry nor Dennis noticed, but Petey looked around, momentarily curious. Hey, neat, Dennis said respectfully. It was a tone Hal rarely got from the boy anymore himself. Dennis was twelve. What is it? Peter asked. He glanced at his father again before his eyes were dragged back to the thing his big brother had found. What is it, Daddy? Its a monkey, fartbrains, Dennis said. Havent you ever seen a monkey before? Dont call your brother fartbrains, Terry said automatically, and began to examine a box of curtains. The curtains were slimy with mildew and she dropped them quickly. Uck. Can I have it, Daddy? Petey asked. He was nine. What do you mean? Dennis cried. I found it! Boys, please, Terry said. Im getting a headache. Hal barely heard them. The monkey glimmered up at him from his older sons hands, gnnning its old familiar grin. The same grin that had haunted his nightmares as a kid, haunted them until he had-- Outside a cold gust of wind rose, and for a moment lips with no flesh blew a long note through the old. rusty gutter outside. Petey stepped closer to his father, eyes moving uneasily to the rough attic roof through which nailheads poked. What was that, Daddy? he asked as the whistle died to a guttural buzz. Just the wind, Hal said, still looking at the monkey. Its cymbals, crescents of brass rather than full file:///E|/Funny%20%20Weird%20Shit/75%20-