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Page 84 The two of you start up the stairs. Almost as once the steps begin to vibrate under your feet. You hear deep quivering sound. You feel like running, but you force yourself to continue up the stairs. Suddenly, the sound increases in pitch and volume so quickly your hands fly to your ears to cover them. At the same time, a balloon of ghostly white lights circles you—narrowing, closing in. You and Jenny cringe against the stairs. Nothing is touching you, but tightness in your throat feels like and invisible hand, squeezing your windpipe. “We’ve got to get our,” Jenny whispers hoarsely. You feel almost paralyzed, then panicked. You race down the stairs, pulling Jenny along by the hand. Then, as you start down the hall, a terrible thundering noise rumbles along the floor—a sound that could be made by some great boulder tumbling down a mountain. You open a nearby door and dart in. Jenny is right behind you. She slams the door shut as the thundering noise rolls by. You feel safe for the moment, but you can’t even tell where you are. It’s pitch-black. “I’ve lost my flashlight.” ‘I have matches,” jenny says She lights a match so close under your nose that you rear back from the sulfurous smell. In the brief flickering light you can see you’re at the top of a set of stairs leading into the basement. Go to the next page