THE SCREAMING ROOM
Chapter One
Cassie turned her head on the pillow as a sudden flash of
light woke her.
"What the hell are ya doing?" she hollered. "It's two o'clock
in the morning!"
Her brother, Angus, who was sitting up in bed next to her,
grinned, his attention riveted to the gleam coming off the
three-quarter-inch ball bearing he was holding between his
thumb and index finger. The narrow beam of a pencil-thin
flashlight had reflected off the ball's chromelike finish and
shone directly onto her eyelid.
"I liked you better when you got off pulling wings off
flies," she said, hiding her head under the pillow.
Angus, flashlight still directed at the ball bearing, brought
his face to within inches of the tiny sphere, watching the re-
flection of his pupil get bigger and bigger, the closer he got.
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