Dan just nodded in reply. "It's okay. I know. I knew," he said, in an attempt to reassure his dad. "Besides, how could you have known? Even if I'd understood what I was seeing, and told you... I was five."
He'd taken a couple more steps back towards where Jack was standing when the memory changed. The mallet was picked up, and Dan couldn't help but look round at the low hiss it made as it was swung through the air. "Danny?" the memory spoke, its voice like Jack's, but... off. Like something was pretending to be him and almost getting it right, but not quite. It was too petulant, too whiny to be Jack. "You can come out, doc. Just a little spanking, that's all. Take it like a man and it will be all over. We don't need her, doc. Just you and me, right? When we get this little ... spanking ... behind us, it will be just you and me."
Dan just stared in horror as the memory of his father, possessed by the Overlook, dragged the now-splintered and bloodstained roque mallet along the floor behind it. There was blood and confetti in its hair and on its face, and a knife in its back that soaked the shirt it was wearing with thick dark blood.