Desperation

by Stephen King

ran at him; it was like watching some crazy camera trick. “No!” Johnny shrieked, beating his left hand at the mesh behind the cop’s head. “No, don’t! Don’t! MISTER, LOOK OUT!” At the last minute, Billy Rancourt understood and tried to run. He broke to his right, toward a ramshackle house squatting tiredly behind a picket fence, but it was too little and too late. He yelled, then there was a crump as