| The wind rose in violent fury, beating against the glass doors as if something outside were trying to force its way in. The strange and delicate music of a harp vibrated through the room and the sick- eningly sweet scent of lavender rose from every corner of the darkness. Amanda trembled and in- stinctively clung to David. But the grip that held her had suddenly turned vise-like and fiendish. Her arms were pinned to her sides, her bodycrushed down painfully into the bed. Amanda tried to scream, but no sound couldbe forced through her lips. She tried to call outDavid s name, but suddenly she was unable tobreathe. Devilish laughter surrounded her. In thepitch black darkness and confusion, the glass doorblew open. Crashing against the walls, they splint-ered into a thousand pieces. "The third Mrs. Whitcomb..." a hollow voicecried. "The other two before you, strangled intheir beds... " Then she heard the shrill, bone-chilling soundof someone screaming, calling out for help. Butthere was none... |
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