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* '''Author''': [[Dorothy Daniels]] | * '''Author''': [[Dorothy Daniels]] | ||
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* '''Year''': 1969 | * '''Year''': 1969 | ||
I WAS PETRIFIED. Can Sharon defend herself against an unseen terror that howls at her from beyond the grave? Slowly, by themselves, the lamps went out and the room was filled with flickering. ominous shadows. Even the air was hushed. It grew cold -- a clammy coldness that held me in a vise. The room suddenly became alive with an icy wind. Each cold blast seemed to originate in the middle of the room and spread to the four walls. As the wind screamed I heard a shrill voice howl my name over and over again. As if in answer a glass case lifted from a table and hurled itself toward the mantle and crashed. | I WAS PETRIFIED. Can Sharon defend herself against an unseen terror that howls at her from beyond the grave? Slowly, by themselves, the lamps went out and the room was filled with flickering. ominous shadows. Even the air was hushed. It grew cold -- a clammy coldness that held me in a vise. The room suddenly became alive with an icy wind. Each cold blast seemed to originate in the middle of the room and spread to the four walls. As the wind screamed I heard a shrill voice howl my name over and over again. As if in answer a glass case lifted from a table and hurled itself toward the mantle and crashed. | ||
Latest revision as of 22:41, 29 September 2007
- Author: Dorothy Daniels
- Publisher: Warner
- Year: 1969
I WAS PETRIFIED. Can Sharon defend herself against an unseen terror that howls at her from beyond the grave? Slowly, by themselves, the lamps went out and the room was filled with flickering. ominous shadows. Even the air was hushed. It grew cold -- a clammy coldness that held me in a vise. The room suddenly became alive with an icy wind. Each cold blast seemed to originate in the middle of the room and spread to the four walls. As the wind screamed I heard a shrill voice howl my name over and over again. As if in answer a glass case lifted from a table and hurled itself toward the mantle and crashed.
