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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]SIX STORIES
STEPHEN KING
© 1997 Philtrum Press
Published in a signed, limited edition of 1100 copies.
200 numbered in Roman numbers and 900 numbered in Arabic numbers.
This special limited edition is signed by author Stephen King.
This edition is limited to 1,100 copies.
This is copy
IV
IV
STEPHEN
KING
AUTOPSY ROOM FOUR
IT'S SO DARK THAT FOR A WHILE - JUST HOW LONG I
DON'T KNOW - I think I'm still unconscious. Then, slowly, it
comes to me that unconscious people don't have a sensation of
movement through the dark, accompanied by a faint, rhythmic
sound that can only be a squeaky wheel. And I can feel contact,
from the top of my head to the balls of my heels. I can smell
something that might be rubber or vinyl. This is not
unconsciousness, and there is something too ... too what? Too
rational about these sensations for it to be a dream.
Then what is it?
Who am I?
And what's happening to me?
The squeaky wheel quits its stupid rhythm and I stop moving.
There is a crackle around me from the rubbersmelling stuff.
A voice: "Which one did they say?"
A pause.
Second voice: "Four, I think. Yeah, four."
We start to move again, but more slowly. I can hear the faint scuff
of feet now, probably in soft-soled shoes, maybe sneakers. The
owners of the voices are the owners of the shoes. They stop me
again. There's a thump followed by a faint whoosh. It is, I think,
the sound of a door with a pneumatic hinge being opened.
What's going on here? I yell, but the yell is only in my head. My
lips don't move. I can feel them-and my tongue, lying on the floor
of my mouth like a stunned mole-but I can't move them.
The thing I'm on starts rolling again. A moving bed? Yes. A
gurney, in other words. I've had some experience with them, a long
time ago, in Lyndon Johnson's shitty little Asian adventure. It
comes to me that I'm in a hospital, that something bad has
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