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Stephen King: The Crate

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Dexter Stanley was scared. More; he felt as if that central axle that binds

us to the state we call sanity were under a greater strain than it had ever

been under before. As he pulled up beside Henry Northrup's house on North

Campus Avenue that August night, he felt that if he didn't talk to someone,

he really, would go crazy.

There was no one to talk to but Henry Northrup. Dex Stanley was the head of

the zoology department, and once might have been university president if he

had been better at academic politics. His wife had died twenty years

before, and they had been childless. What remained of his own family was

all west of the Rockies. He was not good at making friends.

Northrup was an exception to that. In some ways, they were two of a kind;

both had been disappointed in the mostly meaningless, but always vicious,

game of university politics. Three years before, Northrup had made his run

at the vacant English department chairmanship. He had lost, and one of the

reasons had undoubtedly been his wife, Wilma, an abrasive and unpleasant

woman. At the few cocktail parties Dex had attended where English people

and zoology people could logically mix, it seemed he could always recall

the harsh mule-bray of her voice, telling some new faculty wife to "call me

Billie, dear everyone does!"

Dex made his way across the lawn to Northrup's door at a stumbling run. It

was Thursday, and Northrup's unpleasant spouse took two classes on Thursday

nights. Consequently, it was Dex and Henry's chess night. The two men had

been playing chess together for the last eight years.

Dex rang the bell beside the door of his friend's house; leaned on it. The

door opened at ast and Northrup was there.

"Dex," he said. I didn't expect you for another--"

Dex pushed in past him. "Wilma," he said. "Is she here?"

"No, she left fifteen minutes ago. I was just making myself some chow. Dex,

you look awful."

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They had walked under the hall light, and it illuminated the cheesy pallor

of Dex's face and seemed to outline wrinkles as deep and dark as fissures

in the earth. Dex was sixty-one, but on the hot August night, he looked

more like ninety.

"I ought to." Dex wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well, what is

it?"

"I'm afraid I'm going crazy, Henry. Or that I've already gone."

"You want something to eat? Wilma left cold ham."

"I'd rather have a drink. A big one."

"All right."

"Two men dead, Henry," Dex said abruptly. "And I could be blamed. Yes, I

can see how I could be blamed. But it wasn't me. It was the crate. And I

don't even know what's in there!" He uttered a wild laugh.

"Dead?" Northrup said. "What is this, Dex?"

"A janitor. I don't know his name. And Gereson. A graduate student. He just

happened to be there. In the way of... whatever it was."

Henry studied Dex's face for a long moment and then said, "I'll get us both

a drink."

He left. Dex wandered into the living room, past the low table where the

chess table had already been set up, and stared out the graceful bow

window. That thing in his mind, that axle or whatever it was, did not feel

so much in danger of snapping now. Thank God for Henry.

Northrup came back with two pony glasses choked with ice. Ice from the

fridge's automatic icemaker, Stanley thought randomly. Wilma "just call me

Billie, everyone does" Northrup insisted on all the modern conveniences...

and when Wilma insisted on a thing, she did so savagely.

Northrup filled both glasses with Cutty Sark. He handed one of them to

Stanley, who slopped Scotch over his fingers, stinging a small cut he'd

gotten in the lab a couple of days before. He hadn't realized until then

that his hands were shaking. He emptied half the glass and the Scotch

boomed in his stomach, first hot, then spreading a steadylng warmth.

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"Sit down, man," Northrup said.

Dex sat, and drank again. Now it was a lot better. He looked at Northrup,

who was looking levelly back over the rim of his own glass. Dex looked

away, out at the bloody orb of moon sitting over the rim of the horizon,

over the university, which was supposed to be the seat of rationality, the

forebrain of the body politic. How did that jibe with the matter of the

crate? With the screams? With the blood?

"Men are dead?" Northrup said at last.

"Are you sure they're dead?"

"Yes. The bodies are gone now. At least, I think they are. Even the

bones... the teeth... but the blood... the blood, you know..."

"No, I don't know anything. You've got to start at the beginning." Stanley

took another drink and set his glass down. "Of course I do," he said. "Yes.

It begins just where it ends. With the crate. The janitor found the

crate..."

Dexter Stanley had come into Amberson Hall, sometimes called the Old

Zoology Building, that afternoon at three o'clock. It was a blaringly hot

day, and the campus looked listless and dead, in spite of the twirling

sprinklers in front of the fraternity houses and the Old Front dorms.

The Old Front went back to the turn of the century, but Amberson Hall was

much older than that. It was one of the oldest buildings on a university

campus that had celebrated its tricentennial two years previous. It was a

tall brick building, shackled with ivy that seemed to spring out of the

earth like green, clutching hands. Its narrow windows were more like gun

slits than real windows, and Amberson seemed to frown at the newer

buildings with their glass walls and curvy, unorthodox shapes.

The new zoology building, Cather Hall, had been completed eight months

before, and the process of transition would probably go on for another

eighteen months. No one was completely sure what would happen to Amberson

then. If the bond issue to build the new gym found favor with the voters,

it would probably be demolished.

He paused a moment to watch two young men throwing a Frisbee back and

forth. A dog ran back and forth between them, glumly chasing the spinning

disc. Abruptly the mutt gave up and flopped in the shade of a poplar. A VW

with a NO NUKES sticker on the back deck trundled slowly past, heading for

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the Upper Circle. Nothing else moved. A week before, the final summer

session had ended and the campus lay still and fallow, dead ore on summer's

anvil.

Dex had a number of files to pick up, part of the seemingly endless process

of moving from Amberson to Cather. The old building seemed spectrally

empty. His footfalls echoed back dreamily as he walked past closed doors

with frosted glass panels, past bulletin boards with their yellowing

notices and toward his office at the end of the first-floor corridor. The

cloying smell of fresh paint hung in the air.

He was almost to his door, and jingling his keys in his pocket, when the

janitor popped out of Room 6, the big lecture hall, startling him.

He grunted, then smiled a little shamefacedly, the way people will when

they've gotten a mild zap. "You got me that time," he told the janitor.

The janitor smiled and twiddled the gigantic key ring clipped to his belt.

"Sorry, Perfesser Stanley," he said. "I was hopin' it was you. Charlie said

you'd be in this afternoon."

"Charlie Gereson is still here?" Dex frowned. Gereson was a grad student

who was doing an involved--and possibly very important--paper on negative

environmental factors in long-term animal migration. It was a subject that

could have a strong impact on area farming practices and pest control. But

Gereson was pulling almost fifty hours a week in the gigantic (and

antiquated) basement lab. The new lab complex in Cather would have been

exponentially better suited to his purposes, but the new labs would not be

fully equipped for another two to four months... if then.

"Think he went over the Union for a burger," the janitor said. "I told him

myself to quit a while and go get something to eat. He's been here since

nine this morning. Told him myself. Said he ought to get some food. A man

don't live on love alone."

The janitor smiled, a little tentatively, and Dex smiled back. The janitor

was right; Gereson was embarked upon a labor of love. Dex had seen too many

squadrons of students just grunting along and making grades not to

appreciate that... and not to worry about Charlie Gereson's health and well-

being from time to time.

"I would have told him, if he hadn't been so busy," the janitor said, and

offered his tentative little smile again. "Also, I kinda wanted to show you

myself."

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