I am confused
When Ben was talking to Jason about when he was a kid and snuck into the Marstan house did he really see Hubie hanging or was he imagining it?
shareWhen Ben was talking to Jason about when he was a kid and snuck into the Marstan house did he really see Hubie hanging or was he imagining it?
Ben didn't seem to be too sure of the answer himself. At least in the book. In the mini-series, he was more inclined to believe that he really saw something, but even here, he was not 100%.
Not much of an answer, I know, but I think this is one of those cases where there is no definite solution. share
The answer to the question is that it is difficult to be 100% sure.
Everyone on the thread here can read and decide for themselves:
From 'Salem's Lot' (1975 Novel) by Stephen King -:
‘At the top of the stairs I got all my courage and ran down the hall to that room. My idea was to run in, grab something from there, too, and then get the hell out of there. The door at the end of the hall was closed. I could see it getting closer and closer and I could see that the hinges had settled and the bottom edge was resting on the doorjamb. I could see the doorknob, silvery and a little tarnished in the place where palms had gripped it. When I pulled on it, the bottom edge of the door gave a scream against the wood like a woman in pain. If I had been straight, I think I would have turned around and gotten the hell out right then. But I was pumped full of adrenaline, and I grabbed it in both hands and pulled for all I was worth. It flew open. And there was Hubie, hanging from the beam with his body silhouetted against the light from the window.’
‘Oh, Ben, don’t—’ she said nervously.
‘No, I’m telling you the truth,’ he insisted. ‘The truth of what a nine-year-old boy saw and what the man remembers twenty-four years later, anyway. Hubie was hanging there, and his face wasn’t black at all. It was green. The eyes were puffed shut. His hands were livid . . . ghastly. And then he opened his eyes.’
Ben took a huge drag on his cigarette and pitched it out his window into the dark.
‘I let out a scream that probably could have been heard for two miles. And then I ran. I fell halfway downstairs, got up, and ran out the front door and straight down the road. The kids were waiting for me about half a mile down. That’s when I noticed I still had the glass snow globe in my hand. And I’ve still got it.’
‘You don’t really think you saw Hubert Marsten, do you, Ben?’ Far up ahead she could see the yellow blinking light that signaled the center of town and was glad for it.
After a long pause, he said, ‘I don’t know.’ He said it with difficulty and reluctance, as if he would have rather said no and closed the subject thereby. ‘Probably I was so keyed up that I hallucinated the whole thing. On the other hand, there may be some truth in that idea that houses absorb the emotions that are spent in them, that they hold a kind of . . . dry charge. Perhaps the right personality, that of an imaginative boy, for instance, could act as a catalyst on that dry charge, and cause it to produce an active manifestation of . . . of something. I’m not talking about ghosts, precisely. I’m talking about a kind of psychic television in three dimensions. Perhaps even something alive. A monster, if you like.’
She took one of his cigarettes and lit it.
‘Anyway, I slept with the light on in my bedroom for weeks after, and I’ve dreamed about opening that door off and on for the rest of my life. Whenever I’m in stress, the dream comes.’
‘That’s terrible.’
‘No, it’s not,’ he said. ‘Not very, anyway. We all have our bad dreams.’
Wow thanks for this. I just downloaded the audio book on my phone. Too lazy to read lol. Will be listening during bedtime.
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