Firestarter

by Stephen King

Here was the key to the house in Harrison that he had seen for the last time on the day the Shop killed his wife and kidnapped his daughter.

He had been a man here as well, making love to his wife in the double bed that had once belonged to Granther and his wife—that

Kind of gross ngl

Scared was coming home and finding your wife dead with her fingernails pulled out. They had pulled out her nails to find out where Charlie was. Charlie had been spending two days and two nights at her friend Terri Dugan’s house.

He felt as if he had taken a hit of speed.

He opened the door between the washer and the dryer and the ironing board whistled down with a ratchet and a crash and there beneath it, her legs tied up so that her knees were just below her chin, her eyes open and glazed and dead, was Vicky Tomlinson McGee with a cleaning rag stuffed in her mouth.