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The novel's prologue, which is set shortly after the end of the story proper, describes the men's flight across the country to a seaside town in Mexico, where they stop to recover from their ordeal. The men just home from work were sitting around the table, pretending to talk, and ogling her - she was wearing a faded check shirt tied at the midriff and cut-off corduroy shorts, Eva Miller was ironing in a private alcove off the kitchen. 'Come on. Marjorie Glick got up and walked slowly down the corridor. The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. 'Kids,' Parkins explained patiently. Two movers will be sufficient, I think.' There was something about the atmosphere, heavy with the mixed aromas of salt and wood rot and wetness, that stifled hilarity. . 'There are rats,' Hank said. The boxes were stacked in the middle of the wide ware?house floor. ' . He pulled the invoice out and looked at it. Not after Nam. Ben laughed, but the sound did not contain a great deal of humor. Just . ' . Yes, the boys had gone by the woods path. 'Sure. You're the stranger in town until you been here twenty years.' He had to fumble twice to thread the locking arm through the hasp. 'You were going to tell me about that before we were so sweetly interrupted.' Straker's smile widened. 'I'l I do so,' Straker said. No result. A big one. 'The forty didn't have runnin' boards,' Vinnie said. Clyde said he hadn't seen one of those since the run on the Gates Bank and Trust in 1930. 'Salem's Lot has served as the setting for a number of his novels, novellas, and short stories. 'I figured you was,' Parkins said, looking around. The preliminary diag?nosis was severe and delayed emotional shock. Ben Mears was one of the 'salem's Lot volunteers who beat the bushes for Ralphie Glick, and he got nothing for his pains other than pants cuffs full of cockleburs and an aggravated case of hay fever brought on by late summer goldenrod. 'A lot of nastiness can come up. . ' When it was even with the truck body, they climbed up and walked it inside. He walked past the box toward the table. 'Good. Parkins Gillespie said there was no point in sending men into the woods that night. watch . A half an hour later, Royal closed the back door with a sigh of relief and snapped one of the new padlocks on it. There was no reference point to it. 'Have them put it down cellar. Those double doors with the light burning. . My mom and some of the other ladies have been in to sit with Mrs Glick. A bushleague visionary at best, he had simply gone down to the town office (in those days he was not a selectman; in those days he couldn't have gotten elected dog catcher) and looked up the Jerusalem's Lot zoning laws. This guy and Barlow are in the furniture and antique business. Lawrence Crockett was sitting in his office on the morning of the twenty-second, pretending to read his Monday cor?respondence and keeping an eye on his secretary's jahoob?ies, when the telephone rang. . 'No. He had aged ten years in less than a week. 'Son of a bitching mosquitoes and goddamn pricker bushes.' The other end picked up on the first ring. But maybe I'm fooling myself. It looked like a dismal, fly-by-night operation and so it had been until 1957, when Larry Crockett, who was regarded by the better element in Jerusalem's Lot as only one step above shiftless, had decided that trailers were the wave of the future. Not cute little silvery things but long, plush, thyroidal monsters with plastic wood paneling and Formica bathrooms. 'You'll be openin' without him, then,' Parkins said, thinking that if the prices he had seen in the window were any indication, Straker wouldn't exactly be swamped with customers. I'm just nosin' here and there.' . Had five of these.' 7. .' . And a sneaker. Joe Crane tamped a load of Planter's into his corncob. It was out. Tuberculosis skin patch: Neg. or Hilltop Location! 'Well, let's get it where it's going.' Parkins made a noncommittal grunt and walked toward the typewriter. 'Right now I don't know if there even is a case. It could be one of those fancy dressers, all right. 'It is, a trifle,' Parkins said, stepping in. 'That Weasel, he does love to talk. 'Either of you guys Lawrence Crewcut?' Hodder Paperback edition of 'Salem's Lot 2011 published by Hodder and Stoughton. 'But you did - ' 7 Rats, perhaps, or perhaps something that didn't even bear think?ing of. 'Heads.' Mears intends to write a book about the Marsten House, an old, ominous property on a hilltop which has a reputation for being haunted. 'Mr Barlow is in New York, on a buying trip. 'Well, if we got to do it, let's get with it.' It wasn't precisely a cop; it was a night watchman. 'Just like Larry told us. . He looked around at her. No, Mrs Petrie said, the boys weren't there. It sat up on its plump haunches and almost seemed to grin. 'No; but look.' Dead line. You see any lights on behind those shutters?' Royal signed his name. 'Come on up,' Royal said. He pulled a battered pack of cigarettes out of his breast pocket and lit one. 'These are wharf rats, sonny,' the watchman said dryly. He had kept his hand in home town real estate, which had home two fruits: First, it had gotten him elected selectman, and second, it wrote off nicely on his income tax return, be?cause each year's visible operation was one rung below the break-even point. Snapshots and photos were everywhere - tacked, stapled, or taped to every available surface. Father Callahan is caught by Barlow at the Petrie house after Barlow kills Mark's parents, but does not infect them, so they are later given a clean burial. 'They've run off with bigger men than you.' 'Fat lot of good it did.' What? 'Oh, Christ,' he said. But my wife happens to go to bed very early and I had hopes of getting some tonight.' 'What was down there?' As the author says in the foreword: ‘it’s one of the scary ones.’ But, outside of Barlow and his vampires, and the Marsten House and its cellar, and the superb depictions of some very messed up people there were a few things that jarred. 'I said, my dad would like you to come over tomorrow night. Ralphie was gone. His hand reached out trem?bling and took the bills; stuffed them into the breast pocket of his denim jacket as if anxious to be rid of the touch of them. 'Easy does it . He sniggered. 'Hmm? 'I'll check the casserole.' The novel was nominated for the World Fantasy Aw… 'Indeed.' The desk was an ancient roll-top, littered with papers, pens, and correspondence. Tony agreed and thanked Mr Petrie for his trouble. As he passed the box, he saw what had made the noise. 'No.' Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. 'Did you come here to brace me?' 'Tourists,' Hank said wisely. What time did you leave?' It is to be taken to the house. Signed. ' . night?' 'We have worked together in both London and Hamburg. He ended up buying mobile homes from himself, and these incestuous businesses were so healthy they were almost frightening. Attending Physician . They looked into each other's eyes and saw that fear had been changed to near terror by some secret alchemy. And then she felt the cold flesh of his wrist and the lack of movement in the light blue tracery of veins beneath her fingers, and she ran for the nurses' station to report a death on the ward. Joe Crane handed it back, and Milt put it under the cash drawer with the personal checks and the coupons. . I need a service, please.' Perhaps the boys had found a woodchuck burrow or were smoking cigarettes or something. Hank went to the back door, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. 'No customs stamp, that's a hell of a funny thing.' His shopping took place in utter silence. In Stephen King’s novel, Salem’s Lot, the Marsten House is occupied by Kurt Barlow, the lead vampire of the community and he uses the building’s evil … He always beats Nolly. 'No bet.' Hank took a mouthful, grimaced, and swallowed it. rags.' The audiobook of 'Salem's Lot is read by Ron McLarty, a prominent audiobook reader. 'Forgot all about paying you for that Brennan job last month. 'They probably do 'em in that ink that only shows up under a special black light.' 'Delighted to.' All of them knew that the carton must have weighed thirty pounds with the dry goods, and they had all seen him tuck it under his arm like a feather pillow going out. 'I had dinner with Susan Norton and her folks. 'What's that for?' Nolly was a good boy, but a little bit short on brains. The thinkin' now is that we may not find him. OUT  - Kind of a sissy fella, he is. He didn't believe in ghosts or in any kid stuff like the bogeyman, but he did think he had heard something in the dark. Straker's smile reappeared, razor-thin. 'Jesus,' Hank said miserably. - Cleveland Plain Dealer), and wrote: Best wishes to Constable Gillespie, from Ben Mears, 9/24/75. A $500 down payment was usually enough to do business on. You understand?' . And that was it. 'Danny?' They unloaded the boxes as quickly as they could, putting each one down carefully. Those guys must be crazy, tryin' to live there. 'Sure you do,' Larry said. Parkins Gillespie smiled. My half brother Vic had one. The shutters were closed; they would open up later on. But Larry didn't push them. 'Understood.' 'A Polish rocking chair, a German clock, a spinning wheel from Ireland . . ' Ben Mears and Mark Petrie succeed in destroying the master vampire Barlow, but are lucky to escape with their lives and are forced to leave the town to the now leaderless vampires. 'Lordy, that's a creepy place,' Hank murmured. 'Wouldn't think of wettin' it,' Parkins said, and tapped ash in Ben's wastebasket. I'll bet you a nickel that s what you were looking for.' When it was at waist level, Hank let go of the lever and they gripped it. . ' 'Mr Glick, we're only trying to find out - ' 'Nothin' like that. . 'Am I a suspect, Constable?' 'Sure,' Tony said. But it's my job to kind of ask round about these things.' 'The easy half,' Hank answered. If there was ever a haunted house, that's it. 'Ayuh,' Vinnie said, and paused. Clyde Corliss broke wind. There were some good deals of course. All kinds of junk in em. ' . 'Bet he beat you, too. 'That'd be a matter for the police,' Larry Crockett said. 'One other service, please. 'Well, let's get with it,' Royal said. 'Help you?' 'Why,' Larry interrupted, smiling, 'you could be sitting right here and telling me something, and I wouldn't re?member a thing about it tomorrow morning. . The other is an extremely valuable sideboard - a Hepplewhite. . 'Yep,' Milt said. . ?' Callahan disappears forever from "the Lot". The Marsten House is, as you probably gathered from the series so far, hella haunted. 'Prob?ably trying to turn it into a showplace. Good-by.' He was dazed and slow-spoken, responding to questions ploddingly and not always sensibly. 'That,' he said, 'is one of the things I'd like to find out.' Milt Crossen stood up, pulling his apron around him almost primly. 'No.' She kind of thought maybe you might write your name in it, or somethin'.' And in the bad old barracuda-financing days of the sixties, the fact that the other $9,500 was financed at 24 per cent rarely struck these house-hungry people as a pitfall. 'Okay.' 'Let's get the rest of them.' 1. 'Come on,' he said. Loretta Starcher says she never saw a fella who knew so many . What - ' Ben smiled back. 'Ralph Glick. 'Good day, gentlemen,' he said, and left. This close to the house, the smell of age and wood rot was palpable. The novel is preceded by the prequel "Jerusalem's Lot," and followed by the sequel "One for the Road," both included in King's 1978 short-story collection Night Shift and in the 2005 illustrated edition of the novel. 'I know. Hubie'll get you if you don't. 'You're wrong on that one,' Clyde said. He sells paperbacks a dime apiece. Grab it.' Ben Mears, a writer, goes to Jerusalem's Lot, a small town in Maine. Six Rms. . A platform had been shoved up behind the window, and it was covered with a swatch of deep nubby carpet, light green in color. 'Do you think he's dead?' 'Set it here" Hank gasped. He did not go on shutting up shop. 'September's grippe weather. 'Quarter past eight, I think. 'Sure is a funny fella,' Clyde mused. . Poised perilously on top of a stack of ledgers was a glass fish bowl filled with matches, and a sign on the front said, 'For Our Matchless Friends.' Royal asked. 'Back up right over there. 'Is your book set in a town like 'salem's Lot?' He didn't like it. 'That's good,' Parkins said. Poulin was a veteran corner-cutter, and with his on-the-job know-how and Larry's way with figures, they made $750,000 apiece and only had to report a third of that to Uncle. . Portland, Maine, POE. Sorry I can't offer you coffee.' On the third day of the search he came into the kitchen of Eva's ready to eat a can of ravioli and then fall into bed for a nap before writing. she said. . Danny fails, however, to infect Mark Petrie, who resists him successfully. The rat jumped down and trotted off toward the elbow?-bend further up. 'Attend over at this meat case, please.' Nolly raves up and down about how bad he'd like to beat Bill Norton just once. They ran up the cellar steps and Royal slammed the bulkhead doors with backward sweeps of his arm. It did, and my God how the money rolled in. He picked it up. 'That fella give you some funny money?' He gazed at Ben over his cigarette, and his eyes had gone flinty. . Jeans and a red pull-over shirt and sneaks. . Ralphie had been whimpering about the ghost. An ambulance bore him away to Central Maine General Hospital. They beat the bushes for four days, and Mr and Mrs Glick wandered through the woods and fields, picking their way around the deadfalls left by the ancient fire, calling their son's name with endless and wrenching hope. His father had died and his mother went through a nervous breakdown, so she sent him to live with his aunt, Cynthia Stowens, while she got her act back together. Have it at the Portland docks tonight at seven sharp. 'How good of you to drop by!' 'Mr Crockett,' the familiar, accentless voice said. 13 'Man ', I don't dig this at all,' Hank said. 'Yeah, you. Hanrahan asked. And you both must know that this town can't support a fancy furniture and antique place.' 'God knows.' As they loaded each box onto the truck, Royal checked it off on the invoice form and initialed it. I got Blue Cross.' Admitted: 9/22/75 Admitting Person: Anthony H. Glick (Father) 'I was just thinkin' about you. 'Yeah.' 'Any abnormal bleeding? 1 You take care.' 1976 mass market paperback edition. 'The night Ralphie Glick disappeared?' He threw it away. I got to.' . Hank, who's gonna go down in that cellar again and put the key ring on the table?' But - ' It was more than the lack of customs stamp. Ben tries to rent the Marsten House but finds it's been sold. 'That so?' He had done this as a result of land speculation in a great many neighboring towns (but not in the Lot; you don't shit where you eat was Lawrence Crockett's motto), based on the conviction that the mobile-home industry was going to grow like a mad bastard. . You are familiar with the brand Yale?' Larry drew a pad over by his right hand, and scrawled: H. Peters, R. Snow. Ciao.' Your movers will know it by its size. 'Complain of aches in the chest or joints?' https://stephenking.fandom.com/wiki/Salem%27s_Lot?oldid=79314. Danny only shook his head slowly and uncomprehend?ingly. 6 at latest. . When it got too dark to see, I came back here, wrote for two hours, and went to bed.' ' . 'That's your business, son.' Name:  Glick, Daniel Francis 'Hear 'em?' 'I won't drip on your rug anymore, Mr Mears. . 'Okay. 'Well, this don't look too bad,' Royal said. 'You oughtta know better than to creep up on a person like that, Did you . 'Peculiar fella,' Vinnie said. 1K Views. He wore the same shiny-seat suits or glaring sports jacket combinations. Larry Crockett was getting ready to shut up shop and go home when there was a perfunctory tap on the door and Hank Peters stepped back in. She wanted to say I love you at that precise moment, say it with the ease and lack of self-consciousness with which the thought had risen to the surface of her mind, but she bit the words off behind her lips. 'FBI, Portland. 'Sure,' Hank said. . He took off his coat, unbuckled his galoshes, sat down at his desk, looked up a telephone number in the Portland book, and dialed. . He stepped out into the rain and closed the door behind him. Turn on the lights. He lived in Jerusalem's Lot for four years as a boy on Burns Road, now known as Harmony Hill. spends an awful lot of time at the library. Peters Jay propped on his elbows, breathing heavily, naked torso slicked with sweat, and when his wife touched his arm he screamed aloud. The cellar seemed suddenly filled with secret rustling noises. That's what it said in the Ledger. Henry suggested that he start from his end of the path with a high-powered flashlight and Mr Glick start from his. 'No thanks, I can't stop. No conclusive proof yet, but I think so.' Gordy smiled and nodded. Even before the deal with Straker had been consum?mated (that's some word, all right, he thought, and his eyes crawled over the front of his secretary's blouse), Lawrence Crockett was, without doubt, the richest man in 'salem's Lot and one of the richest in Cumberland County, although there was nothing about his office or his person to indicate it. I ain't got no suspects. 'We'll get arrested for burglars.' . Straker said with a narrow smile. Good.' 'Now, who in the name of God is going to buy all this stuff?' They argued with him, grew excited, expostulated. He wasn't sure. Ben Mears has returned to his hometown to write a book about the supposedly haunted Marsten House. He was a … And the other boy just wanders around like a ghost.' Your men can enter through the outside bulkhead below the kitchen windows. In 1987, Larry Cohen directed A Return to Salem's Lot, 1979 Television Mini-series Tie-In cover. solid gone. I been watchin'.' Kurt Barlow was a Type-One Vampire who terrorized the town of Jerusalem's Lot, Maine. Now you come around with this Yankee trader routine, trying to find out if I've got Ralphie Glick's scalp in my closet.' 'Kind of touchy, ain't you? . ' 'I'm just tryin' to close you off. 'Yeah.' An indefinable something. 'Let's put that big baby on first so it won't be in the way when we get to the store.' 'And I just had a cup of Pauline's down to the Excellent.' It turned into the Marsten driveway and was lost from sight. 'What do you think happened to him, Ben?' The side?board was in the center, taller than the others, and the only one not stamped 'Barlow and Straker, 27 Jointner Avenue, Jer. I got an invoice for you to sign.' In those dim dead days, hardly anyone - even the trailer manufacturers themselves - foresaw a day when the cute silvery things would be replaced by campers, which hooked right over the bed of your Chevy pickup or which could come com?plete and motorized in themselves. The bed was empty. In the book, protagonist Ben Mears returns to the town of Jerusalem's Lot to research and write about the Marsten House, because it haunted him when he was a kid. They just opened a little shop here in town. 'Cooks real good, she does,' Weasel said. But eventually Ben and Susan finish with the sex, and he tells her the book is about the Marsten House. . 'I figured I ought to come and ask a question or two, now that you mention it. The rain had ended any plans to search further for Ralphie Glick, and the consensus was that the search was over. He drove around to the back of the new store, and the back door was unlocked, as Larry had said it would be. 'Well, there's a fella over in Cumberland that's got a used-furniture barn. 'Yes,' Parkins said judiciously, 'yes, it is. 'You cut right to the bone, don't you?' Mears learns that the Marsten House -- the former home of Depression-era hitman Hubert "Hubie" Marsten -- has been purchased by Kurt Barlow, an Austrian immigrant who has arrived in the Lot to ostensibly open an antique store. writer at Eva's. Ralphie said he could see a face. 'When I took those keys down to put 'em on the table, I seen something. Straker's brow creased. Instead, Ben and Susan go to the park, where she asks him about his book. I always wear in' galoshes. 6 'So?' 'So I understand,' Hanrahan said crisply. and he paid with an old twenty, Mabel, one of the big ones. Straker bought the Marsten House and prepared the way for his master. When people around the Marsten House start dying mysteriously, Mears discovers that the owner of the mansion is actually a vampire who is turning them into an army of undead slaves. A house was a house - boards and hinges and nails and sills. Custom House Wharf. She shook her head slowly. The night watchman stood in the doorway of the shack, watching him, 'Look out,' Royal said to Peters. They drove back to 'salem's Lot without speaking, Hank driving heavy on the gas. yes, he is a peculiar sort of man, Evvie. During the big fire, his aunt's house burned down. The people who bought trailers were lower-middle-class blue- or white-collar workers, people who could not raise a down payment on a more conventional house, or older people looking for ways to stretch their social security. In the original novel, Straker was Kurt Barlow 's "familiar" or human thrall. Marrow sample: Neg. Old weathered cleat marks show on their surfaces where linemen have climbed to fix some?thing in 1946 or 1952 or 1969. Hubie Marsten was a horrible man who killed many, many people, and the novel suggests that that evil lives on after him, that all of his unspeakable acts left a "dry charge" (2.262). Probably the boy had just wandered off the path. . She stepped toward him and thought, He had to go to the bathroom and it was too much for him, that's all. Sorry.' . ' Larry, what if - ' You understand?' 'Not yet,' he said. When Straker drove up in that '39 Packard - or was it a '40? In particular, of the Marsten house, which seems to loom over everything, the perennial gothic house on the hill, where bad things happen and bad men have lived. The two then took residence in the Marsten House, an abandoned house that was considered haunted by the townsfolk. 'Anything's possible, I guess,' Parkins said, looking around for an ash tray. What is it, kidnap note?' Come on. 'If you was watchin' any more, your eyes woulda fell outta their sockets,' Grover Verrill said, and cackled. In 1965 Larry Crockett became the silent partner of a contractor named Romeo Poulin, who was building a supermarket plaza in Auburn. . Put this back.' The box was a bitch to lift. . To Romeo Poulin he described this process as going into the tunnel of love with girl A, screwing girl B in the car behind you, and ending up holding hands with girl A on the other side. Parkins nodded. she said his name was . I researched Hubie Marsten, you know. 'First one is Benjaman Mears. Royal stood back while Hank operated the lift. He smiled his chilly smile again. Can you check on some fellas for me?' They both agree that she had run off with that Saladmaster salesman from Yarmouth, and they both agreed that he hadn't been worth a pisshole in the snow, nor was she, but beyond that they couldn't get together. Opened it, let 's get with it the marsten house book and the freezes and thaws of winter have them. My guess is that 'd be down the marsten house book that '39 Packard - or was it a?! 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