Stephen King - Graveyard Shift

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GRAVEYARD SHIFT

Two A.M., Friday.

Hall was sitting on the bench by the elevator, the only place on the third floor where a working joe could catch a

smoke, when Warwick came up. He wasn't happy to see Warwick. The foreman wasn't supposed to show up on

three during the graveyard shift; he was supposed to stay down in his office in the basement drinking coffee from

the urn that stood on the corner of his desk. Besides, it was hot.

It was the hottest June on record in Gates Falls, and the Orange Crush thermometer which was also by the

elevator had once rested at 94 degrees at three in the morning. God only knew what kind of hellhole the mill was

on the three-to-eleven shift.

Hall worked the picker machine, a balky gadget manufactured by a defunct Cleveland firm in 1934. He had only

been working in the mill since April, which meant he was still making minimum $1.78 an hour, which was still

all right. No wife, no steady girl, no alimony. He was a drifter, and during the last three years he had moved on

his thumb from Berkeley (college student) to Lake Tahoe (busboy) to Galveston (stevedore) to Miami (short-

order cook) to Wheeling (taxi driver and dishwasher) to Gates Falls, Maine (picker-machine operator). He didn't

figure on moving again until the snow fell. He was a solitary person and he liked the hours from eleven to seven

when the blood flow of the big mill was at its coolest, not to mention the temperature.

The only thing he did not like was the rats.

The third floor was long and deserted, lit only by the sputtering glow of the fluorescents. Unlike the other levels

of the mill, it was relatively silent and unoccupied - at least by the humans. The rats were another matter. The

only machine on three was the picker; the rest of the floor was storage for the ninety-pound bags of fibre which

had yet to be sorted by Hall's long gear-toothed machine. They were stacked like link sausages in long rows,

some of them (especially the discontinued meltons and irregular slipes for which there were no orders) years old

and dirty grey with industrial wastes. They made fine nesting places for the rats, huge, fat-bellied creatures with

rabid eyes and bodies that jumped with lice and vermin.

Hall had developed a habit of collecting a small arsenal of soft-drink cans from the trash barrel during his break.

He pegged them at the rats during times when work was slow, retrieving them later at his leisure. Only this time

Mr Foreman had caught him, coming up the stairs instead of using the elevator like the sneaky sonofabitch

everyone said he was.

'What are you up to, Hall?'

'The rats,' Hall said, realizing how lame that must sound now that all the rats had snuggled safely back into their

houses. 'I peg cans at 'em when I see 'em.'

Warwick nodded once, briefly. He was a big beefy man with a crew cut. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and his

tie was pulled down. He looked at Hall closely. 'We don't pay you to chuck cans at rats, mister. Not even if you

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pick them up again.'

'Harry hasn't sent down an order for twenty minutes,' Hall answered, thinking: Why couldn't you stay the hell put

and drink your coffee? 'I can't run it through the picker if I don't have it.'

Warwick nodded as if the topic no longer interested him.

'Maybe I'll take a walk up and see Wisconsky,' he said.

'Five to one he's reading a magazine while the crap piles up in his bins.'

Hall didn't say anything.

Warwick suddenly pointed. 'There's one! Get the bastard!'

Hall fired the Nehi can he had been holding with one whistling, overhand motion. The rat, which had been

watching him from atop one of the fabric bags with its bright buckshot eyes, fled with one faint squeak. Warwick

threw back his head and laughed as Hall went after the can.

'I came to see you about something else,' Warwick said.

'Is that so?'

'Next week's Fourth of July week.' Hall nodded. The mill would be shut down Monday to Saturday - vacation

week for men with at least one year's tenure. Layoff week for men with less than a year. 'You want to work?'

Hall shrugged. 'Doing what?'

'We're going to clean the whole basement level. Nobody's touched it for twelve years. Helluva mess. We're going

to use hoses.'

'The town zoning committee getting on the board of directors?'

Warwick looked steadily at Hall. 'You want it or not? Two an hour, double time on the fourth. We're working the

graveyard shift because it'll be cooler.'

Hall calculated. He could clear maybe seventy-five bucks after taxes. Better than the goose egg he had been

looking forward to.

'All right.'

'Report down by the dye house next Monday.'

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