The House of Thunder
Dean Koontz
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 042523147X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
#1 New York Times bestselling author Dean Koontz delivers a chilling novel of a traumatized woman and the terrifying place she?ll never escape.
nevertheless an awkward and disturbing conversation, and she was relieved when they finally hung up. An hour after lunch, two orderlies came with a wheeled stretcher. Neither of them even faintly resembled any of the four fraternity men. The first was a burly, fiftyish man with a beer gut. He had thick graying hair and a gray mustache. “Hi ya, gorgeous. You ordered a taxi?” The second man was about thirty-five. He was bald and had a smooth, open, almost childlike face. He said, “We’re
room. “I feel like a perfect idiot,” Susan said, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks. “It’s not your fault,” Beth said. Tina Scolari said, “Dr. McGee circulated a fairly long memo about your condition. He made it perfectly clear.” “We’re all on your side,” Beth said. “We’re all pulling for you,” Tina agreed. “You’ll be well in no time. Really you will. McGee’s a whiz. The best doctor we’ve got.” They helped Susan get into bed. “Now,” Tina Scolari said, “at the discretion
too, a curtain beyond which lay madness. For a few nightmarish minutes, she had stepped beyond the veil of sanity, into a shadowy and moldering place from which few people ever returned. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t run away from her hallucination last night. What would have happened if she had bravely and foolishly refused to back off from Jerry Stein’s decomposing corpse? She was afraid she knew the answer. If she had held her ground, and if her long-dead lover had
Besides, the strong sedative she’d been given was beginning to take effect. Her eyes were rapidly becoming heavy, and her thoughts were getting fuzzy at the edges. She carefully wrapped the gold pendant in a strip of toilet paper. She made a small, square, tidy bundle of it. She left the bathroom, turning off the overhead fluorescents as she went. She got into bed and put the wad of toilet tissue in the top drawer of the nightstand, beside her wallet; closed the drawer; her little secret.
public parking area. But if it was the staff’s lot, where were all the cars? Now that visiting hours were over, the public lot would be virtually deserted, but there should still be quite a few cars in the staff’s parking area, even at night. There were only four vehicles: a Pontiac, a Ford, and two other makes with which she was not familiar. There was no one in the parking lot, so she stepped outside and let the fire door close behind her. The rain had nearly stopped falling now, as the