Мгла
The End.
"ThatstaticontheAMbandispureinterference.Themistishavingadampingeffectonradiosignals,too."
"Areyousurethat’sallitis?"
"Yes,"Isaid,notsureatall.
Wewentsouth.Themilepostsrolledpast,countingdownfromaboutforty.WhenwereachedMile1,wewouldbeattheNewHampshireborder.Goingontheturnpikewasslower;alotofthedrivershadn’twantedtogiveup,andtherehadbeenrear-endcollisionsinseveralplaces.SeveraltimesIhadtousethemedianstrip.
Atabouttwentypastone-Iwasbeginningtofeelhungry-Billyclutchedmyarm."Daddy,what’sthat?What’sthat!"
Ashadowloomedoutofthemist,stainingitdark.Itwasastallasacliffandcomingrightatus.Ijammedonthebrakes.Amanda,whohadbeencatnapping,wasthrownfor-ward.
Somethingcame;again,thatisallIcansayforsure.Itmayhavebeenthefactthatthemistonlyallowedustoglimpsethingsbriefly,butIthinkjustaslikelythattherearecertainthingsthatyourbrainsimplydisallows.Therearethingsofsuchdarknessandhorror-just,Isuppose,astherearethingsofsuchgreatbeauty-thattheywillnotfitthroughthepunyhumandoorsofperception.
Itwassix-legged,Iknowthat;itsskinwasslatygraythatmottledtodarkbrowninplaces.ThosebrownpatchesremindedmeabsurdlyoftheliverspotsonMrs.Carmody’shands.Itsskinwasdeeplywrinkledandgrooved,andclingingtoitwerescores,hundreds,ofthosepinkish"bugs"withthestalk-eyes.Idon’tknowhowbigitactuallywas,butitpasseddirectlyoverus.
