Who the fuck were They? They laughed, the senator and the mobster, the original caretaker's wife and her twin girls, all of them, and Their voices mingled with Dan's.
Dan Torrance stood up straight once more, and pressed his bloody hand to his chest as They looked right at the woman who had spoken. There was enough blood on the hand for drips to start making their way down the front of Dan's jacket, but They neither noticed nor cared. "Dan Torrance," They replied, still chuckling, before clamping his hand back on his thigh once more. That leg was really quite weak now.
"Have you seen Abra? She's been very bad, almost wicked, and it's time for her to be punished," They continued, shuffling towards the woman with wings as they spoke. Could she fly, They wondered, if her pinion feathers were ripped out?