Stephen King - The House on Maple Street

Although she was only five, and the youngest of the Bradbury children, Melissa had very sharp eyes and it wasnt really surprising that she was the first to discover something strange had happened to the house on Maple Street while the Bradbury family was summering in England. She ran and found her older brother, Brian, and told him something was wrong upstairs, on the third floor. She said she would show him, but not until he swore not to tell anyone what she had found. Brian swore, knowing it was their stepfather Lissa was afraid of; Daddy Lew didnt like it when any of the Bradbury children got up to foolishness (that was how he always put it), and he had decided that Melissa was the prime offender in that area. Lissa, who was stupid no more than she was blind, was aware of Lews prejudices, and had become wary of them. In fact, all of the Bradbury children had become rather wary of their mothers second husband. It would probably turn out to be nothing, anyway, but Brian was delighted to be back home and willing enough to humor his baby sister (Brian was two full years her senior), at least for awhile; he followed her down the third-floor hallway without so much as a murmur of argument, and he only pulled her braids he called these braid-pulls emergency stops once. They had to tiptoe past Lews study, which was the only finished-off room up here, because Lew was inside, unpacking his notebooks and papers and muttering in an ill-tempered way. Brians thoughts had actually turned to what might be on TV tonight he was looking forward to a pig-out on good old American cable after three months of BBC and ITV when they reached the end of the hall.

What he saw beyond the tip of his little sisters pointing finger drove all thoughts of television from Brian Bradburys mind.

Now swear again! Lissa whispered. Never tell anyone, Daddy Lew or anyone, or hope to die!

Hope to die, Brian agreed, still staring, and it was a half-hour before he told his big sister, Laurie, who was unpacking in her room. Laurie was possessive of her room as only an eleven-year-old girl can be, and she gave Brian the very dickens for coming in without knocking, even though she was completely dressed.

Sorry, Brian said, but I gotta show you something. Its very weird. Where? She went on putting clothes in her drawers as if she didnt care, as if there was nothing any dopey little seven-year-old could tell her which would be of the slightest interest to her, but when it came to eyes, Brians werent exactly dull. He could tell when Laurie was interested, and she was interested now.

Upstairs. Third floor. End of the hall past Daddy Lews study.

Lauries nose wrinkled as it always did when Brian or Lissa called him that. She and Trent remembered their real father, and they didnt like his replacement at all. They made it their business to call him Just Plain Lew. That Lewis Evans clearly did not like this found it vaguely impertinent, in fact simply added to Laurie and Trents unspoken but powerful conviction that it was the right way to address the man their mother (uck!) slept with these days. I dont want to go up there, Laurie said. Hes been in a pissy mood ever since we got back.

Trent says hell stay that way until school starts and he can settle back into his rut again.

His doors shut. We can be quiet. Lissa n me went up and he didnt even know we were there.

Lissa and I.

Yeah. Us. Anyway, its safe. The doors shut and hes talking to himself like he does when hes really into something.

I hate it when he does that, Laurie said darkly. Our real father never talked to himself, and he didnt use to lock himself in a room by himself, either.

Well, I dont think hes locked in, Brian said, but if youre really worried about him coming out, take an empty suitcase. Well pretend like were putting it in the closet where we keep them, if he comes out.

What is this amazing thing? Laurie demanded, putting her fists on her hips. Ill show you, Brian said earnestly, but you have to swear on Moms name and hope to die if you tell anyone. He paused, thinking, for a moment, and then added: You specially cant tell Lissa, because I swore to her.

Lauries ears were finally all the way up. It was probably a big nothing, but she was tired of putting clothes away. It was really amazing how much junk a person could accumulate in just three months. Okay, I swear.

They took along two empty suitcases, one for each of them, but their precautions proved unnecessary; their stepfather never came out of his study. It was probably just as well; he had worked up a grand head of steam, from the sound. The two children could hear him stamping about, muttering, opening drawers, slamming them shut again. A familiar odor seeped out from under the door to Laurie it smelled like smouldering athletic socks. Lew was smoking his pipe.

She stuck her tongue out, crossed her eyes, and twiddled her fingers in her ears as they tiptoed by.

But a moment later, when she looked at the place Lissa had pointed out to Brian and which Brian now pointed out to her, she forgot Lew just as completely as Brian had forgotten about all the wonderful things he could watch on TV that night.

What is it? she whispered to Brian. My gosh, what does it mean?

I dunno, Brian said, but just remember, you swore on Moms name, Laurie.

Yeah, yeah, but

Say it again! Brian didnt like the look in her eyes. It was a telling look, and he felt she really needed a little reinforcement.

Yeah, yeah, on Moms name, she said perfunctorily, but, Brian, jeezly crow And hope to die, dont forget that part.

Oh, Brian, you are such a cheeser!

Never mind, just say you hope to die!

Hope to die, hope to die, okay? Laurie said. Why do you have to be such a cheeser, Bri?

Dunno, he said, smirking in that way she absolutely hated, just lucky, I guess.

She could have strangled him but a promise was a promise, especially one given on the name of your one and only mother, so Laurie held on for over one full hour before getting Trent and showing him. She made him swear, too, and her confidence that Trent would keep his promise not to tell was perfectly justified. He was almost fourteen, and as the oldest, he had no one to tell except a grownup. Since their mother had taken to her bed with a migraine, that left only Lew, and that was the same as no one at all. The two oldest Bradbury children hadnt needed to bring up empty suitcases as camouflage this time; their stepfather was downstairs, watching some British fellow lecture on the Normans and Saxons (the Normans and Saxons were Lews specialty at the college) on the VCR, and enjoying his favorite afternoon snack a glass of milk and a ketchup sandwich. Trent stood at the end of the hall, looking at what the other children had looked at before him.

He stood there for a long time.

What is it, Trent? Laurie finally asked. It never crossed her mind that Trent wouldnt know.

Trent knew everything. So she watched, almost incredulously, as he slowly shook his head. I dont know, he said, peering into the crack. Some kind of metal, I think. Wish Id brought a flashlight. He reached into the crack and tapped. Laurie felt a vague sense of disquiet at this, and was relieved when Trent pulled his finger back. Yeah, its metal. Should it be in there? Laurie asked. I mean, was it? Before?

No, Trent said. I remember when they replastered. That was just after Mom married him.

There wasnt anything in there then but laths.

What are they?

Narrow boards, he said. They go between the plaster and the outside wall of the house. Trent reached into the crack in the wall and once again touched the metal which showed dull white in there. The crack was about four inches long and half an inch across at its widest point. They put in insulation, too, he said, frowning thoughtfully and then shoving his hands into the back pockets of his wash-faded jeans. I remember. Pink, billowy stuff that looked like cotton candy. Where is it, then? I dont see any pink stuff.