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Uncollected Stories 2003

Stephen King

  Uncollected Stories 2003

  Stephen King






  1. Jhonathan and the Witches


  2. People, Places and Things


  3. In a Half-World of Terror







  5. Slade


  6. The Blue Air Compressor


  7. The Cat From Hell






  9. Squad D


  10. The King Family & the Wicked Witch 104

  11. The Night of the Tiger







  13. Man With a Belly









  16. Keyholes







  18. The



  19. An Evening at God’s




  From First Words: Earliest Writing from Favorite Contemporary Authors (1993).

  King wrote this in 1956 at the age of 9 for his Aunt Gert who used to pay him a quarter per story.

  Once upon a time there was a boy named Jhonathan. He was smart, handsome, and very brave. But Jhonathan was a cobbler’s son. One day his father said, "Jhonathan, you must go and seek your fortune. You are old enough."

  Jhonathan, being a smart boy, knew he better ask the king for work.

  So he set out. On the way, he met a rabbit who was a fairy in disguise.

  The scared thing was being pursued by hunters and jumped into Jhonathan’s arms. When the hunters came up Jhonathan pointed excitedly and shouts, "That way, that way!"

  After the hunters had gone, the rabbit turned into a fairy and said,

  "You have helped me. I will give you three wishes. What are they?"

  But Jhonathan could not think of anything, so the fairy agreed to give him when he needed them. So Jhonathan kept walking until he made the kingdom without incident. So he went to the king and asked for work.

  But, as luck would have it, the king was in a very bad mood that day. So he vented his mood on Jhonathan.

  "Yes there is something you can do. On yonder Mountain there are three witches. If you can kill them, I will give you 5,000 crowns. If you cannot do it I will have your head! You have 20 days." With this he dismissed Jhonathan.

  "Now what am I to do?" thought Jhonathan. “Well I shall try.”

  Then he remembered the three wishes granted him and set out for the mountain.

  Now Jhonathan was at the mountain and was just going to wish for a knife to kill the witch, when he heard a voice in his ear, "The first witch cannot be pierced. The second witch cannot be pierced or smothered.

  The third cannot be pierced, smothered and is invisible.”

  With this knowledge Jhonathan looked about and saw no one. Then he remembered the fairy, and smiled. He then went in search of the first witch. At last he found her. She was in a cave near the foot of the mountain, and was a mean looking hag. He remembered the fairy words, and before the witch could do anything but give him an ugly look, he wished she should be smothered. And Lo! It was done. Now he went higher in search of the second witch. There was a second cave 3

  higher up. There he found the second witch. He was about to wish her smothered when he remembered she could not be smothered. And the before the witch could do anything but give him an ugly look, he had wished her crushed. And Lo! It was done Now he had only to kill the third witch and he would have the 5,000 crowns. But on the way up, he was plagued with thoughts of how?

  Then he hit upon a wonderful plan. Then, he saw the last cave. He waited outside the entrance until he heard the witch’s footsteps. He then picked up a couple of big rocks and wishes. He then wished the witch a normal woman and Lo! She became visible and then Jhonathan struck her head with the rocks he had. Jhonathan collected his 5,000 crowns and he and his father lived happily ever after.



  Self-published book of one-page stories that King co-authored with school friend Chris Chelsey at the age of 13 (Triad Publishing 1960). The complete contents read:

  Foreword – Stephen King

  ‘The Hotel at the End of the Road’ – Stephen King*



  Chris Kelsey

  ‘Top Forty News, Weather, and Sports’ – Chris Chelsey

  ‘Bloody Child’ – Chris Chelsey

  “I’ve Got to Get Away!’ – Stephen King**

  ‘The Dimension Warp’ – Stephen King (listed in contents, now lost)

  ‘The Thing at the Bottom of the Well’ – Stephen King



  Chris Chelsey

  ‘The Stranger’ – Stephen King

  ‘A Most Unusual Thing’ – Chris Chelsey



  Chris Chelsey

  ‘They’ve Come’ – Chris Chelsey

  ‘I’m Falling’ – Stephen King (listed in contents, now lost)

  ‘The Cursed Expedition’ – Stephen King

  ‘The Other Side of the Fog’ – Stephen King



  Chris Chelsey

  ‘Curiosity Kills the Cat’ – Chris Chelsey

  ‘Never Look Behind You’ – Stephen King and Chris Chelsey

  *Published in the Market Guide for Young Writers (4th Edition), by Writer’s Digest Books, this story was printed exactly as it originally appeared. In 1986, the story was slated to be published in Flip magazine, but the student literary magazine ceased publication before the story made it to press. It was finally published in 1993.

  **Published in Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine, No. 202, Spring ’94

  under the title The Killer . The story was originally written from the main character’s point of view. In 1963, when he was 14, King rewrote the story in third person and submitted it to Spacemen magazine, a companion to Famous

  Monsters, but it was rejected. It was finally published in Famous Monsters 31

  years later.



  “Faster!” Tommy Riviera said. “Faster!”

  “I’m hitting 85 now,” Kelso Black said.

  “The cops are right behind us,” Riviera said. “Put it up to 90.” He leaned out the window. Behind the fleeing car was a police car, with siren wailing and red light flashing.

  “I’m hitting the side road ahead,” Black grunted. He turned the wheel and the car turned into the winding road – spraying gravel.

  The uniformed policeman scratched his head. “Where did they go?”.

  His partner frowned. “I don’t know. They just – disappeared.”

  “Look,” Black said. “Lights ahead.”

  “It's a hotel,” Riviera said wonderingly. “Out on this wagon track, a hotel! If that don’t beat all! The police’ll never look for us there.”

  Black, unheeding of the car's tires, stamped on the brake. Riviera reached into the back seat and got a black bag. They wal
ked in.

  The hotel looked just like a scene out of the early 1900s.

  Riviera rang the bell impatiently. An old man shuffled out. “We want a room,” Black said.

  The man stared at them silently.

  “A room,” Black repeated.

  The man turned around to go back into his office.

  “Look, old man,” Tommy Riviera said. “I don’t take that from anybody.” He pulled out his thirty-eight. “Now you give us a room.”

  The man looked ready to keep going, but at last he said: “Room five.

  End of the hall.”

  He gave them no register to sign, so they went up. The room was barren except for an iron double bed, a cracked mirror, and soiled wallpaper.

  “Aah, what a crummy joint,” Black said in disgust. “I’ll bet there's enough cockroaches here to fill a five-gallon can.”

  The next morning when Riviera woke up, he couldn’t get out of bed.

  He couldn’t move a muscle. He was paralyzed. Just then the old man came into view. He had a needle which he put into Black’s arms.

  “So you’re awake,” he said. “My, my, you two are the first additions to my museum in twenty-five years. But you’ll be well preserved. And you won’t die. “You’ll go with the rest of my collection of living museum. Nice specimens.”

  Tommy Riviera couldn’t even express his horror.



  “What am I doing here?” Suddenly I wondered. I was terribly frightened. I could remember nothing, but here I was, working in an atomic factory assembly line. All I knew was that I was Denny Phillips.

  It was as if I had just awakened from a slumber. The place was guarded and the guards had guns. They looked like they meant business. There were others working and they looked like zombies. They looked like they were prisoners.

  But it didn’t matter. I had to find out who I was what I was doing.

  I had to get away!

  I started across the floor. One of the guards yelled, “Get back there!”

  I ran across the room, bowled over a guard and ran out the door. I heard gun blasts and knew they were shooting at me. But the driving thought persisted:

  I’ve got to get away!

  There was another set of guards blocking the other door. It looked like I was trapped, until I saw a boom swing down. I grabbed it and was pulled over three hundred feet to the next landing. But it was no good.

  There was a guard there. He shot at me. I felt all weak and dizzy...I fell into a great dark pit...

  One of the guards took off his hat and scratched his head.

  “I dunno Joe, I just dunno. Progress is a great thing – but that x-238A Denny Phillips, name...they’re great robots...but they go haywire, now and then, and it seems like they was looking for something...almost human. Oh well.”

  A truck drove away, and the sign on its side said: ACME ROBOT


  Two weeks later, Denny Phillips was back on the job – blank look in his eyes. But suddenly...

  His eyes become clear and, the overwhelming thought comes to him: I’VE GOT TO GET AWAY!!



  Oglethorpe Crater was an ugly, mean little wretch. He dearly loved plaguing the dog and cat, pulling the wings from flies and watching worms squirm as he slowly pulled them apart. (This lost its fun when he heard worms feel no pain).

  But his mother, fool as she was, was blind to his faults and sadistic traits. One day the cook threw open the door in near hysterics and Oglethorpe and Mommy came home from a movie.

  “That awful little boy tied a rope across the cellar stairs so when I went down to get potatoes, I fell and almost killed myself!” she screamed.

  “Don’t believe her! Don’t believe her! She hates me!” cried Oglethorpe, tears springing into his eyes. And poor little Oglethorpe began sobbing as if his little heart would break.

  Mommy fired the cook and Oglethorpe, dear little Oglethorpe, went up to his room where he poked pins in his dog, Spotty. When mommy asked why Spotty was crying, Oglethorpe said he got some glass in his foot. He said he would pull it out. Mommy thought dear little Oglethorpe a good Samaritan.

  Then one day, while Oglethorpe was in the field looking for more things to torture, he spied a deep, dark well. He called down, thinking he’d hear an echo.


  But a soft voice called up, “Hello, Oglethorpe”

  Oglethorpe looked down, but he could see nothing. “Who are you”

  Oglethorpe asked.

  “Come on down,” said the voice, “And we’ll have jolly fun.”

  So Oglethorpe went down.

  The day passed and Oglethorpe didn’t come back. Mommy called the police and a manhunt was formed. For over a month they hunted for dear little Oglethorpe. Just when they were about to give up, they found Oglethorpe in a well, dead as a door-nail.

  But how he must have died!

  His arms were pulled out, like people pull flies’ wings. Pins had been stuck in his eyes and there were other tortures too horrible to mention.

  As they covered his body (what was left of it), and trouped away, it actually seemed that they heard laughter coming from the bottom of the well.



  Kelso Black laughed.

  He laughed until his sides were splitting and the bottle of cheap whiskey he held clenched in his hands slopped on the floor.

  Dumb cops! It had been so easy. And now he had fifty grand in his pockets. The guard was dead - but it was his fault! He got in the way.

  With a laugh, Kelso Black raised the bottle to his lips. That was when he heard it. Footsteps on the stairs that led to the attic where he was holed up.

  He drew his pistol. The door swung open.

  The stranger wore a black coat and a hat pulled over his eyes.

  “Hello, hello.” he said. “Kelso, I've been watching you. You please me immensely.” The stranger laughed and it sent a thrill of horror through him.

  “Who are you?”

  The man laughed again. “You know me. I know you. We made a pact about an hour ago, the moment you shot that guard.”

  “Get out!” Black’s voice rose shrilly. “Get out! Get out!”

  “It’s time for you to come, Kelso” the stranger said softly “After all –

  we have a long way to go.”

  The stranger took off his coat and hat. Kelso Black looked into that Face.

  He screamed.

  Kelso Black screamed and screamed and screamed.

  But the stranger just laughed and in a moment, the room was silent.

  And empty.

  But it smelled strongly of brimstone.



  “Well,” said Jimmy Keller, looking across to the gantry to where the rocket rested in the middle of the desert. A lonely wind blew across the desert, and Hugh Bullford said, “Yeah. It’s about time to leave for Venus. Why? Why do we want to go to Venus?”

  “I don’t know,” Keller said. “I just don’t know.”

  The rocket ship touched down on Venus. Bullford checked the air and said in amazed tones, “Why, it’s good old type Earth air! Perfectly breathable.”

  They went out, and it was Keller’s turn for amazement. “Why, it’s just like spring on earth! Everything's lush and green and beautiful. Why...

  it's Paradise!”

  They ran out. The fruits were exotic and delicious, the temperature perfect. When night fell, they slept outside.

  “I’m going to call it the Garden of Eden,” said Keller enthusiastically.

  Bullford stared into the fire. “I don’t like this place, Jimmy. It feels all wrong. There’s something...evil about it.”

  “You’re space happy.” Keller scoffed. "Sleep it off."

  The next morning James Keller was dead.

  There was a look of horror on his face that Bullford never hop
ed to see again.

  After the burial, Bullford called Earth. He got no reply. The radio was dead. Bullford took it apart and put it together. There was nothing wrong with it, but the fact remained: it didn’t work.

  Bullford’s worry doubled itself. He ran outside. The landscape was the same pleasant and happy. But Bullford could see the evil in it.

  “You killed him!” he cried. “I know it!”

  Suddenly the ground opened up and it slithered toward him. In near panic, he ran back to the ship. But not before he got a piece of soil.

  He analyzed the soil and then panic took him. Venus was alive.

  Suddenly the space ship tilted and went over. Bullford screamed. But the soil closed over it and almost seemed to lick its lips.

  Then it reset itself, waiting for the next victim...



  As Pete Jacobs stepped out, the fog immediately swallowed up his house and he could see nothing but the white blanket all around him. It gave him the weird feeling of being the last man in the world.

  Suddenly Pete felt dizzy. His stomach did a flip-flop. He felt like a person in a falling elevator. Then it passed and he walked on. The fog began to clear and Pete’s eyes opened wide with fright, awe and wonder.

  He was in the middle of the city.

  But the nearest city was forty miles away!

  But what a city! Pete had never seen anything like it.

  Graceful buildings with high spires seemed to reach to the sky. People walked along on moving conveyer belts.

  The cornerstone on a skyscraper read April, 17, 2007. Pete had walked into the future. But how?