tailieunhanh - Danse Macabre

X(1-11) The Last Waltz - Horror and Morality, Horror and Magic 'Yes, but how do you justify earning a living by feeding off people's worst fears?' The police have been summoned by a neighbor who has heard a commotion of some kind. What they find is a bloodbath - and something worse. The young man admits, quite calmly, that he has murdered his grandmother with a pipe, and then cut her throat. I needed her blood,' the young man tells the police calmly. I'm a vampire. | Danse Macabre Stephen King Danse Macabre Author Stephen King Category Horror Website http Date 18-October-2012 Page 1 17 http Danse Macabre Stephen King Chapter Chapter One X 1-11 The Last Waltz - Horror and Morality Horror and Magic Yes but how do you justify earning a living by feeding off people s worst fears The police have been summoned by a neighbor who has heard a commotion of some kind. What they find is a bloodbath - and something worse. The young man admits quite calmly that he has murdered his grandmother with a pipe and then cut her throat. I needed her blood the young man tells the police calmly. I m a vampire. Without her blood I would have died. In his room the police find magazine articles about vampires vampire comic books stories novels. We d been having a pretty nice lunch this reporter from the Washington Post and I something I was grateful for. I d just started a twelve-city tour for my novel The Dead Zone the day before in New York with a kick-offparty thrown by the Viking Press at Tavern on the Green a huge rococo eating and drinking establishment on the edge of Central Park. I had tried to take it easy at the party but I still managed to put away about eight beers there and another six or so at a smaller more relaxed party with some friends from Maine later on. Nevertheless I was up the next morning at quarter of five to make the six o clock Eastern shuttle to Washington so I could in turn make a seven o clock TV appearance to plug my novel. Welcome to touring friends and neighbors. I made the shuttle handily telling invisible beads as it ook off in a pouring rainstorm sitting next to an overweight businessman who read the Wall Street Journal through the entire flight and ate Turns one after another deliberately and reflectively as if enjoying them and made . Washington with at least ten minutes to spare. The television lights intensified the mild hangover I d gotten up with and I was grateful for what had been a