Admitted: 9/22/75 Admitting Person: Anthony H. Glick (Father) He had to fumble twice to thread the locking arm through the hasp. 'One other service, please. Clyde Corliss hawked back and spat a mass of phlegm and chewing tobacco into the dented pail beside the stove. Awful bad. Intent on writing a book on the notorious Marsten House, an old, rumour-filled property atop an alleged haunted hilltop, the successful novelist, Ben Mears, returns to his peaceful hometown of Salem's Lot, Maine, after years of absence. . 'Yeah.' 'Suppose I don't want to tell you.' The shutters would open after dark. 's whose name you couldn't even fit in your mouth might blow your head off with a Russian rifle, fear that you might draw a Crazy Jake on patrol that might want you to blow up everyone in a village where the Cong had been a week before. The Marsten House was essentially a character in its own right in Stephen King's novel, Salem's Lot. You here, Nolly?' He bent over and crushed out his smoke on the side of the wastebasket. 'I figured you was,' Parkins said, looking around. 'When I took those keys down to put 'em on the table, I seen something. 'No; but look.' 'Sure, I will,' she said, and looked at him. Hank felt a strain of fear enter his heart that he had not even felt in Nam, although he had been scared most of his time there. 'You oughtta know better than to creep up on a person like that, Did you . . 'It is, a trifle,' Parkins said, stepping in. No stamp.' . Also two thousand girlie books from Sweden, three hundred gross of French ticklers - ' The bed was empty. He bought a roast of beef, a dozen prime ribs, some hamburger, and a pound of calves' liver. 'When it's gone through three drafts, editorial correc?tion, galley-proof corrections, final set and print, I'll per?sonally see that you get four copies. 'What are you writin' about?' Royal asked. 'I think the kid is dead. Hard to tell the way things are these days.' He ended up buying mobile homes from himself, and these incestuous businesses were so healthy they were almost frightening. Hank, who's gonna go down in that cellar again and put the key ring on the table?' You're the stranger in town until you been here twenty years.' . 'That's good,' Larry said, smiling. 'By.' 'Who'd want to live there?' Rats, perhaps, or perhaps something that didn't even bear think?ing of. 'Good. He wasn't sure. 'They might show up right pert in the summertime. 'Rags,' Hank Peters said hollowly. Kenny Danles's mom said she stopped by that new place downtown and there was a genuine DeBiers cabinet in the window and they wanted eight hundred dollars for it. Attending Physician 'Any abnormal bleeding? 'Hey, what are you doing here?' She paused in the doorway, frowning. 'No.' Ben Mears was born in approximately 1948. Pleased to meet you.' 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. A rental truck, perhaps. 'God, I don't want to take that down there!' Marjorie Glick's eyes had slowly been widening. He's keep?ing shut about it. He still looked scared. Hank Peters choked out, and his voice was almost a sob. No, Mrs Petrie said, the boys weren't there. The other is an extremely valuable sideboard - a Hepplewhite. 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. And I guess that pretty well covers it.' But it's my job to kind of ask round about these things.' 'Hmm? 'Straker, isn't it?' 11 He opened the door and looked resignedly out at the pouring rain. He went to the door, paused, looked back. I didn't . . It was just after three o'clock on Wednesday, September 24. 'No thanks, I can't stop. There's rats.' 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. Tuberculosis skin patch: Neg. And my God! Their bases are black with tar if they are beside paved roads, and floured with dust if beside the back roads. 'It's taken care of,' Larry Crockett said. The other boxes had regulation customs stamps, except for three that had been shipped here from inside the United States. Besides the Marsten House, he was and had been the selling agent for perhaps three dozen other decrepit manses in the area. 'Bet he beat you, too. . Joe Crane handed it back, and Milt put it under the cash drawer with the personal checks and the coupons. 'Have them put it down cellar. He had done so in three months, overcoming some initial resistance from people who were dubious about living in a home that resembled a Pullman car, and his profit had been close to ten thousand dollars. The clock over the pin-up calendar said 7:04. In a passage, Mark finds a book in the Marsten House and asks Susan to translate it for him. 'Well, this don't look too bad,' Royal said. He stumbled up the stairs, slammed the bulkhead behind him (his whole body had crawled into goose flesh; he would not be aware of it until later), snapped the lock on the catch, and ran to the cab of the truck. no, but it is funny. Ten-Rm. 'Go do the back door,' Royal said. They argued with him, grew excited, expostulated. There. Maybe your husband had better talk to Henry. Go on.' Talking to the real law always made him feel like an asshole. 'Yes,' she said dully. White cell count: Neg. No . 'By the way, how do you like that old house?' . 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). As Royal had said, it was damn peculiar. 'Sure is a funny fella,' Clyde mused. 'No - no. Six Rms. Those double doors with the light burning. The flashlight beam picked out the table, with a dusty checked tablecloth on it. Parkins Gillespie smiled. Fear that you might step on a pongee stick and see your foot swell up like some noxious green balloon, fear that some kid in black p.j. OUT - 'Maybe it didn't start out to be, not wholly. 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. 4 A gluepot stood on one side of it and on the other was a square glass paperweight that showed pictures of his family on its different faces. 'Forgot all about paying you for that Brennan job last month. Taggart Stream Road, $32, 000 - Cheap! It was much bigger than an ordinary bill. It was heavy enough. position of house) Notes: The burning property scene used unused footage from the 1969 film The Arrangement (as per Tobe Hooper's commentary on the 2016 Warner Bros Blu-Ray release).The property and the plot â¦ Maybe you saw some old shirt or something that was torn up for a cleaning rag.' Danny didn't know. 'A lot of nastiness can come up. Mark Petrie is received into the Catholic Church by a friendly local priest. 'What's that for?' Here's an in-depth analysis of the most important parts, in an easy-to-understand format. Susan is captured by Barlow before Mark has a chance to rescue her. Constable?' He held out his arm and showed her number of puffed insect bites and half-healed scratches. . . No more than ankle-deep. 'Quarter past eight, I think. They dragged the box onto the lift and let it down with a hiss of escaping air. Financing was easy, too. No, he didn't remember failing over anything. . ' To go into the tunnel of love with girl A, screw girl B, come out holding hands with girl A, only to have both of them beat the living shit out of you. Parkins turned his mild gaze out the window, where the rain continued to pour down. 'Do you think there's any connection between this guy Mears and the other two?' 'Oh, Christ,' he said. Clyde Corliss broke wind. 'Do you suspect these people in the Glick case?' He poured himself another drink. Now, this sideboard - ' Nothing.' 'Call it in the air.' The night watchman stood in the doorway of the shack, watching him, 'Look out,' Royal said to Peters. Bloody-nose or bloody stool or even an abnormal number of scrapes and bruises?' He'll open his mouth too wide one day and fall right in.' A half an hour later, Royal closed the back door with a sigh of relief and snapped one of the new padlocks on it. 'Peculiar fella,' Vinnie said. 'Am I a suspect, Constable?' 5. 'Maybe if we took a look inside - ' I'm going to open with one of them and describe it in progress, from start to finish, in minute detail. Smiling, Larry said, 'Maybe you saw a body, too.' Larry, however, had not needed to know these things. He picked up the carton, tucked it under one arm, and flashed that hard, humorless smile at them again. They watched the stranger lift the carton into the trunk. 'Marge! Ben took the book. It seemed to him that a large lump of ice was resting in his chest. Larry drew a pad over by his right hand, and scrawled: H. Peters, R. Snow. Larry sat back down. Hanrahan asked. . But after a week of looking for him and not finding a goddamned thing Ben shook his head. I have both out back.' 'Now, wait just a minute - ' Grab it.' The duo's arrival coincides with the disappearance of a young boy, Ralphie Glick, and the death of his brother Danny, who becomes the town's first vampire, infecting such locals as Mike Ryerson, Randy McDougall, Jack Griffen, and Danny's own mother, Marjorie Glick. He stuck his cigarette in his mouth, plucked a few bits of tobacco from the end of it, and took a kitchen match from his vest pocket. 'Sure, you know those old places. He had aged ten years in less than a week. 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. night?' 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. 'Easy does it . Diabetes: Neg. 'These are wharf rats, sonny,' the watchman said dryly. 'No customs stamp, that's a hell of a funny thing.' A minute later the Marsten House loomed ahead of them, dark and crepitating, and Royal felt the first thread of real fear worm its way into his belly. Tuberculosis sputum and urine: Neg. When there was no result, Taggart Stream and the Royal River were dragged. 'And you oughtta know how things are in places like Isalem's Lot or Milbridge or Guilford or any little pissant burg. All those stories about Hubie Marsten that they had laughed about as kids began to recur, and the chant they had chased the girls with: Watch out, watch out, watch out! 'What the hell are you talking about?' Parkins leaned back and cocked an eye out the window. 'Okay,' Ben said. Hodder Paperback edition of 'Salem's Lot 2011 published by Hodder and Stoughton. He wore the same shiny-seat suits or glaring sports jacket combinations. 'All right. 'That,' he said, 'is one of the things I'd like to find out.' 'You will procure a truck, please. I love vampire books and this one is one of the best I've ever read. . ' Nolly was a good boy, but a little bit short on brains. 'I got to tell you,' Hank said now. Constable at Jerusalem's Lot township. You know how I forget things.' 'That won't work,' he said, 'and you know it.' . ' Two t's on the end of Throckett, and Straker like it sounds. Susan becomes a vampire, but is eventually staked through the heart by Mears, the man who loved her. 'Not familiar to me, it ain't.' Sec?ondary anemia is unlikely; no history of ulcers, hemorrhoids, bleeding piles, et al. In those dim dead days, most people thought of trailers as those cute silvery things you hooked on the back of your car when you wanted to go to Yellowstone National Park and take pictures of your wife and kids standing in front of Old Faithful. Two movers will be sufficient, I think.' 'That's the only signed book I got.' On the Morning of the fifth day, Marjorie Glick woke her husband at 4:00 A.M., terrified and hysterical. And something that looked like . He did not go on shutting up shop. 'That's good,' Parkins said. Ben Mears, a writer, goes to Jerusalem's Lot, a small town in Maine. It was only two hundred steps, maybe less. He got in behind the wheel and they drove up Jointner Avenue onto the Brooks Road. The novel was nominated for the World Fantasy Awâ¦ 'I can't carry it no further!' Catchin' speeders out by Dell's or chasin' kids outta the park before they turn randy is more my line. 'Salem's Lot has served as the setting for a number of his novels, novellas, and short stories. Royal did. For Christ's sake! He wanted to look at her - she was lovely in the sunset light - but his eyes were drawn towards the Marsten House as if by a magnet. In Stephen Kingâs novel, Salemâs Lot, the Marsten House is occupied by Kurt Barlow, the lead vampire of the community and he uses the buildingâs evil â¦ You should prod me about those things, Hank. Vinnie Upshaw produced his old Top cigarette roller from inside his vest, spilled a line of tobacco into it, and inserted a cigarette paper with arthritis-swelled fingers. 6 'Mark Twain said a novel was a con?fession to everything by a man who had never done any?thing.' Good.' See?' 'Anything's possible, I guess,' Parkins said, looking around for an ash tray. Ben starts writing a book about the Marsten House, an abandoned mansion where he had a terrifying experience as a child. Danny had collapsed in the upstairs hallway, apparently on his way to the bathroom. 'I don't know. 'No children.' I researched Hubie Marsten, you know. . 'Come on,' he said. 'What did you see?' Credits: Dark clouds -maverickgolfclub.wordpress.com Clouds- lestresorsdebouloute.centerblog.net '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. . . Gordy smiled and nodded. (United States). She's out of her mind and so is her husband. Parkins Gillespie said there was no point in sending men into the woods that night. The Marsten House. Nine years old, four-three, black hair, blue eyes. 'Painful urination?' .' Ben tries to rent the Marsten House but finds it's been sold. The smell of fresh paint was a good one, but there seemed to be another smell underneath it, an unpleasant one. Neither of them looked too closely at what the bouncing headlights might reveal in the rank grass of the back yard. 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. It was all extremely satisfactory, and if the supermarket roof had a bad case of the leaks, well, that was life. In another the covers had been turned down neatly in an upstairs bedroom as if for sleep. . 9 Clyde said he hadn't seen one of those since the run on the Gates Bank and Trust in 1930. He paused. 'What if those guys that bought the Marsten House and that store blew up the Glick kid?' perhaps even throughout your so-beautiful New England region. Memorize that, and you can be a vampire, too. 'Is your book set in a town like 'salem's Lot?' 'No,' Ben said. It is also implied that book is found by Mark and Susan in the novel/semi-sequel 'Salem's Lot. It was gripped, squeezed gently by a hand that felt enormously strong and very dry, and then dropped. 1976 mass market paperback edition. Marsten's evil brought Barlow to the town and gave him a place to stay. This guy and Barlow are in the furniture and antique business. Danny and Ralphie Glick had gone out to see Mark Petrie with orders to be in by nine, and when they hadn't come home by ten past, Marjorie Glick called the Petrie house. Parkins nodded. And that was it. By LeticiaEvans Watch. 'Indeed.' He listened. . Bald guys are good; white-eyed dogs are bad. What - ' Yes, he knew he should remember, but he couldn't. 'If you was watchin' any more, your eyes woulda fell outta their sockets,' Grover Verrill said, and cackled. 'Lordy, that's a creepy place,' Hank murmured. From London, England. When they found nothing, the search was widened. 'You were going to tell me about that before we were so sweetly interrupted.' Hank grabbed at his jacket pocket and brought out a key ring with five new Yale keys on it, one which would fit the lock on the back door of the shop in town, four for out here. 'I would of course report it to your office, posthaste.' ' . But they all showed up in town about the same time.' 'That'd be a matter for the police,' Larry Crockett said. . Mr Barlow around?' 'Richard Throckett Straker,' the bald man said. 'You smell like you took a bath in Old Woodsman's,' she said. . ' Barlow says "Sad to see a man's faith fail him", then forces the helpless Callahan to drink blood from Barlow's neck. He didn't believe in ghosts. . The shutters were closed; they would open up later on. His hand still did not tremble. Its cellar is almost as scary as some of the monsters. Kurt Barlow was a Type-One Vampire who terrorized the town of Jerusalem's Lot, Maine. It could be one of those fancy dressers, all right. 'No one.' Just curious.' Probably the boy had just wandered off the path. He forced his legs to carry him down the steps, and when he had cleared the roof overhang he shone his light across the visible cellar, which took an L-turn thirty feet further up and went off God knew where. . Milt passed it across the counter and they all stared at it. To this he added some dry goods - flour, sugar, beans - and several loaves of ready-made bread. And the day seemed to stand still and stretch into eternity for them, and Vinnie Upshaw began to make another cigarette with sweet, arthritic slowness. When it got too dark to see, I came back here, wrote for two hours, and went to bed.' Not alive.' or Fit for a Squire! B-A-R-L-O-W. 'Mr Glick, we're only trying to find out - ' A monster, if you like.â The demonic immanence of the Marsten House echoes within the townspeople and the very land underneath Jerusalemâs Lot, perhaps symbolizing the soil under our own feet today, land that is haunted and stained by the blood of African slavery and indigenous genocide. 'Easy,' Royal grunted, backing toward the steps. 'Man ', I don't dig this at all,' Hank said. ' . I need a service, please.' She heard you was in town, but she's shy. 'Complain of aches in the chest or joints?' 'Understood.' He poured himself another drink. Ben returns to Jerusalem's Lot to try to recover from his wife's death and write a book about the Marsten House. Straker bought the Marsten House and prepared the way for his master. 'Has Danny got leukemia?' 'You got a good way of looking at things, Larry.' In 1975, Straker comes to 'Salem's Lot and kills Win Purinton's dog, Doc, because vampires are scared of dogs with white markings on their eyes. 'Yeah. 'A Polish rocking chair, a German clock, a spinning wheel from Ireland . The house overlooked the town of Jerusalem's Lot and was considered to have an evil presence. Then something bad had happened. 'What do you think happened to him, Ben?' "Twas a thirty-nine.' It was his second published novel. 'Must be one of the ones got that store,' Joe Crane said. Pat asked. Henry's U-Haul. 'September's grippe weather. 'Peculiar fella,' Vinnie said. I got to go.' He picked it up. 'Very good,' Straker said. . 'No hard feelin's?' She stepped toward him and thought, He had to go to the bathroom and it was too much for him, that's all. 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. The two then took residence in the Marsten House, an abandoned house that was considered haunted by the townsfolk. Ben laughed, but the sound did not contain a great deal of humor. 'I'l I do so,' Straker said. No reac?tion.' The Glick boy was gone . 'Yeah, miserable things. spends an awful lot of time at the library. . He's a good boy, but he likes to talk, too. 'But we have time.' 'Any luck?' Royal climbed up, released the door catch, and thrust the door up on its tracks. The wave of the future had arrived in 'salem's Lot, and Larry Crockett had been right up there shooting the curl. 'We're from him. There was grass in his cuffs and a few autumn leaves in his hair. The men talked it over. My guess is that'd be worth some money down to Arcade Coin in Portland.' A shirt and maybe some dungarees. Parkins paused a moment to look in the show window of the new shop before knocking on the door. Name: Glick, Daniel Francis He bought one-?acre plots for each in the Bend, where land was cheap, had set them on cheap foundations, and had gone to work selling them. The other two are sorta stapled together. Pat held it up to the light, examined it, then turned it over. What was the bad thing? 'Chow?' Margie, come down here!' And you both must know that this town can't support a fancy furniture and antique place.' 1K Views. 'Town and people,' Ben nodded. 'Yeah, they're all here.' 'It needs a great deal of work,' Straker said. They ran up the cellar steps and Royal slammed the bulkhead doors with backward sweeps of his arm. ' 'There are rats,' Hank said. The rusted doors stood open, and in the red glow of the truck's taillights, the shallow stone steps seemed to lead down into hell. He had another drink, and then another. She kind of thought maybe you might write your name in it, or somethin'.' You take care.' Straker was looking at him intently. An indefinable something. 'Yowwens?' With one quick gesture he had slit the brown invoice envelope taped to the side. Not after Nam. Those guys must be crazy, tryin' to live there. 'We get to unload this stuff in the goddamn dark . ' . . 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