![]() They get old, and the wind knocks them over. It’s the trees that do the damage in a bad blow. When he was hardly more than a kid he and his brothers put up a summer place where the house now stood, and in 1938 a summer storm knocked it flat, stone walls and all. My dad was the first to build a year-round home on this side of the lake. “If it gets bad enough, we’re going to go downstairs.” “There were thunderheads last night and the night before, David. “I don’t want to scare you,” I said, “but there’s a bad storm on the way, I think.” I doubted if it cooled her off much but it improved the view a lot. Steff sighed and fanned the top of her breasts with the edge of her halter. Norton claimed I won because he was an out-of-towner. Two years before, we had a boundary dispute that finally wound up in county court. Norton was a lawyer from New Jersey and his place on Long Lake was only a summer cottage with no furnace or insulation. Next door, Brent Norton’s radio, tuned to that classical-music station that broadcasts from the top of Mount Washington, sent out a loud bray of static each time the lightning flashed. In the west, great purple thunderheads were slowly building up, massing like an army. The evergreens over there looked dusty and beaten. Steff and I sat without talking much, smoking and looking across the sullen flat mirror of the lake to Harrison on the far side. Nobody seemed to want anything but Pepsi, which was in a steel bucket of ice cubes.Īfter supper Billy went out back to play on his monkey bars for a while. ![]() We ate a cold supper at five-thirty, picking listlessly at ham sandwiches and potato salad out on the deck that faces the lake. Neither Steffy nor I wanted to go deep because Billy couldn’t. That afternoon the three of us had gone swimming, but the water was no relief unless you went out deep. The heat was like a solid thing, and it seemed as deep as sullen quarry-water. The American flag that my father put up on our boathouse in 1936 lay limp against its pole. For an hour before, the air had been utterly still. We lived on Long Lake, and we saw the first of the storms beating its way across the water toward us just before dark. On the night that the worst heat wave in northern New England history finally broke-the night of July 19-the entire western Maine region was lashed with the most vicious thunderstorms I have ever seen. This exhilarating novella explores the horror in both the enemy you know-and the one you can only imagine. But what’s out there may be worse than what they left behind. Clearly, staying in the store may prove fatal, and the Draytons, along with store employee Ollie Weeks, Amanda Dumfries, Irene Reppler, and Dan Miller, attempt to make their escape. She insists a sacrifice must be made and two groups-those for and those against-are aligned. Carmody, begins to play on their fears to convince them that this is God’s vengeance for their sins. As the confinement takes its toll on their nerves, a religious zealot, Mrs. Once there, they become trapped by a strange mist that has enveloped the town. In the wake of a summer storm, terror descends.David Drayton, his son Billy, and their neighbor Brent Norton join dozens of others and head to the local grocery store to replenish supplies following a freak storm. #1 New York Times bestselling author Stephen King’s terrifying novella about a town engulfed in a dense, mysterious mist as humanity makes its last stand against unholy destruction-originally published in the acclaimed short story collection Skeleton Crew and made into a TV series, as well as a feature film starring Thomas Jane and Marcia Gay Harden.
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