| Eight-year-old Abigail was used to cold, uncaringdoctors, domineering nurses, the unceasing round ofpain and s0ffering. But from the day she was admittedto Valley Memorial s newly opened children s ward,she felt a sense of terror... At night the walls seemed to ooze with somethingdark and glistening. The painted clowns grinnedevilly, knowingly. Even the faint sound of windchimestinkling in the breeze sent strangely expectant chillsdown her spine. The force of darkness, of some long-forgotten vio-len(~e, was seeping into her soul. But instead of fear-ing it, shefed upon it. And as her eyes took on the glowof those possessed, and her frail body strength-ened with the powers of evil, little Abigailmso sweet,so pure, so innocentmwas ready to wreak a bloodyrevenge in the sterile corridors of |
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