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Ahead lay the lightless lower room of the mill； in which the worn stone wheels ground against each other。
To her left； barely visible in the gloom； stairs led up。 Ululant squeals and haunting cries echoed from above； like the night concert performed by the wildlife in a jungle； except none of these voices was quite that of a panther or monkey or bird or hyena。 Electronic sounds were part of the mix； and what seemed to be the brittle shrieks of insects passed through a stereo amplifier。 Underlying the cacophony was a monotonous； throbbing； three…note bass refrain that reverberated in the stone walls of the stairwell and； before she had climbed halfway to the second floor； in Holly's bones as well。
She passed a narrow window on her left。 An extended series of lightning bolts crackled across the vault of the night； and at the foot of the mill； like a trick mirror in a funhouse； the dark pond turned transparent。 Its depths were revealed； as though the lightning came from under the water； and Holly saw an infinitely strange shape resting on the bottom。 She squinted； trying to get a better look at the object； but the lightning sputtered out。
The merest glimpse of the thing； however； sent a cold wind through the hollows of her bones。
She waited； hoping for more lightning； but the night remained as opaque as tar； and black rain suddenly spattered against the window。
Because she was halfway to the second floor of the mill； more muddy…orange and yellow light flickered around her than had reached her at the foot of the stairs。 The window glass； backed by utter darkness now and painted with sufficient luminescence to serve as a dim mirror； presented her reflection。
But the face she possessed in this dream was not her own。 It belonged to a woman twenty years older than Holly； to whom she bore no resemblance。
She'd never before had a dream in which she occupied the body of another person。 But now she understood why she had been unable to turn back from the mill when she'd been outside； and why she was unable to stop herself from climbing to the high room even though； on one level； she knew she was dreaming。 Her lack of control was not the usual helplessness that transformed dreams into nightmares； but the result of sharing the body of a stranger。
The woman turned from the window and continued upward toward the unearthly shrieks； cries； and whispers that echoed down to her with the fluctuant light。 Around her the limestone walls pounded with the tripartite bass beat； as if the mill were alive and had a massive three…chambered heart。
Stop； turn back； you're going to die up there Holly shouted； but the woman could not hear her。 Holly was only an observer in her own dream； not an active participant； unable to influence events。
Step by step。 Higher。
The iron…bound timber door stood open。
She crossed the threshold。 Into the high room。
The first thing she saw was the boy。 He was standing in the middle of the room； terrified。 His small hands； curled in fists； were at his sides。 A three…inch…diameter decorative candle stood in a blue dish at his feet。 A hardcover book lay beside the dish； and she glimpsed the word 〃mill〃 on the colorful dustjacket。
Turning to look at her； his beautiful blue eyes darkened by terror； the boy said； 〃I'm scared； help me； the walls； the walls！〃 She realized that the single candle was not producing all of the peculiar glow suffusing the room。 Other light glimmered in the walls； as if they were not made of solid limestone but of semitransparent and magicallyù radiant quartz in shades of amber。 At once she saw that something was alive within the stone； something luminous which could move through solid matter as easily as a swimmer could move through water。
The wall swelled and throbbed。
〃It's ing；〃 the boy said with evident fear but also with what might have been a perverse excitement； 〃and nobody can stop it！〃 Suddenly it was born out of the air。 The curve of mortared blocks split like the spongy membrane of an insect's egg。 And taking shape from a core of foul muck where limestone should have been 〃No！〃 Choking on a scream； Holly woke。
She sat up in bed； something touched her； and she wrenched away from it。
Because the room was awash in morning light； she saw that it was only Jim。
A dream。 Just a dream。
As had happened two nights ago in the Laguna Hills Motor Inn； however； the creature of the dream was trying to force its way into the waking world。 It was not ing through a wall this time。 The ceiling。
Directly over the bed。 The white…painted drywall was no longer white or dry； but mottled amber and brown； semitransparent and luminous as the stone in the dream had been； oozing a noxious mucus； bulging as some shadowy entity struggled to be born into the bedroom。
The dream…thing's thunderous three…part heartbeat…lub…dub DUB； lubdub…DUB shuddered through the house。
Jim rolled off the bed and onto his feet。 He had slipped into his pajama bottoms again during the night； just as Holly had slipped into the roomy top which hung halfway to her knees。 She scrambled to his side。 They stared up in horror at the pulsing birth sac which the ceiling had bee； and at the shadowy writhing form struggling to breach that containing membrane。
Most frightening of all…this apparition was in daylight。 The plantation shutters had not been pletely closed over the windows； and slats of morning sunshine banded the room。 When something from Beyond found you in the dead hours of the night； you half expected it。
But sunshine was supposed to banish all monsters。
Jim put a hand against Holly's back； pushed her toward the open door to the hallway。 〃Go； get out！〃 She took only two steps in that direction before the door slammed shut of its own accord。 As if an exceptionally powerful poltergeist were at work； a mahogany highboy； as old and well…used as everything in the house； erupted away from the wall beside her； almost knocking her down。
It flew across the bedroom； slammed into the door。 A dresser and a chair followed that tall chest of drawers； effectively barricading the only exit。
The windows in the far wall presented an avenue of escape； but they would have to crouch to slip under the increasingly distended central portion of the ceiling。 Having accepted the illogic of the waking nightmare； Holly was now loath to press past that greasy and obscenely throbbing pouch； for fear that it would split open as she moved under it； and that the creature within would seize her。
Jim pulled her back with him into the adjoining bathroom。 He kicked the door shut。
Holly swung around； searching。 The only window was set high and was too small to provide a way out。
The bathroom walls were untainted by the organic transformation that had overe the bedroom； but they still shook with the triple bass thud of the inhuman heartbeat。
〃What the hell is that？〃 he demanded。
〃The Enemy；〃 she said at once； surprised that he didn't know。 〃The Enemy； from the dream。〃
Above them； starting from the partition that the bath shared with the bedroom； the white ceiling began to discolor as if abruptly saturated with red blood； brown bile。 The sheen of semigloss paint on drywall metamorphosed into a biological surface and began to throb in time with the thunderous heartbeat。
Jim pulled her into a corner by the vanity； and she huddled helplessly against him。 Beyond the pregnant droop of the lowering ceiling； she saw a repulsive movement like the frenzied squirming of a million maggots。
The thudding heartbeat increased in volume； booming around them。
She heard a wet； tearing sound。 None of this could be happening； yet it was； and that sound made it more real than the things she was seeing with her own eyes； because it was such a filthy sound and so hideously intimate too real for a delusion or a dream。
The door crashed open； and the ceiling burst overhead； showering then with debris。
But with that implosion； the power of the lingering nightmare was exhausted； and reality finally； fully reasserted itself Nothing monstrous surged through the open door； only the sun…filled bedroom lay beyond Although the ceiling had looked entirely organic when