THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOG
1960
As Pete Jacob's stepped out, the fog immediately swallowed up his house and he could see nothing but the white blanket all around him. It gave him the weird feeling of being the last man in the world.
Suddenly Pete felt dizzy. Hie stomach did a flip-flop. He felt like a person in a falling elevator.
Then it passed and he walked on. The fog began to clear and Pete's eyes opened wide with fright, awe and wonder.
He was in the middle of the city.
But the nearest city was forty miles away!
But what a city! Pete had never seen anything like it.
Graceful buildings with high spires seemed to reach to the sky. People walked along on moving conveyer belts.
The cornerstone on a skyscraper read April 17, 2007. Pete had walked into the future. But how?
Suddenly Pete was frightened. Horribly, terribly, frightened.
He didn't belong here. He couldn't stay. He ran after the receding fog.
A policeman in a strange uniform called angrily. Strange cars that rode six inches or so off the ground narrowly missed hitting him. But Pete succeeded. He ran back into the fog and soon every-thing was blanked out.
Then the feeling came again. That weird feeling of falling... then the fog began to clear.
It looked like home...
Suddenly there was an earsplitting screech. He turned to see a huge prehistoric brontosaurus lumbering toward him. The desire to kill was in his small beady eyes.
Terrified, he ran into the fog again...
The next time the fog closes in on you and you hear hurried footsteps running through the white-ness... call out.
That would be Pete Jacobs, trying to find his side of the Fog...
Help the poor guy.
НЕЗНАКОМЕЦ
THE STRANGER
1960
Стивен КИНГ
Люди, места и вещи, том 1 (People, Places & Things vol.1), 1960
Kelso Black laughed.
He laughed until his sides were splitting and the bottle of cheap whiskey he held clenched in his hands slopped on the floor.
Dumb cops! It had been so easy. And now he had fifty grand in his pockets. The guard was dead—but it was his fault! He got in the way
With a laugh, Kelso Black raised the bottle to his lips. That was when he heard it. Footsteps on the stairs that led to the attic where he was holed up.
He drew his pistol. The door swung open.
The stranger wore a black coat and a hat pulled over his eyes.
“Hello, hello.” he said. “Kelso, I've been watching you. You please me immensely.” The stranger laughed and it sent a thrill of horror through him.
“Who are you?”
The man laughed again. “You know me. I know you. We made a pact about an hour ago, the moment you shot that guard.”
“Get out!” Black's voice rose shrilly. “Get out!” Get out!”
“It's time for you to come, Kelso” the stranger said softly “After all—we have a long way to go.”
The stranger took off his coat and hat. Kelso Black looked into that Face.
He screamed.
Kelso Black screamed and screamed and screamed.
But the stranger just laughed and in a moment, the room was silent. And empty.
But it smelled strongly of brimstone.
Never Look Behind You
Never Look Behind You
George Jacobs closing his office, when an old woman felt free to walk right in.
Hardly anyone walked through his door these days. The people hated him. For fifteen years he'd picked the people’s pockets clean of money. No one had ever been able to hook him on a charge. But back to our little story.
