The HorrorFrantic voices. Angry words which made no sense. Sobbing. Screams. Laughter.
But instead of the woman from the hotel — Mrs. Clubb? — this was a deep, rich laugh from a large man.
At Clubb Hotel, I’d feared I was mad. Now I knew I was.
He laughed in triumph as I flew through a storm-cloud, thunderbolts crashing around me. And I knew — I just knew — that he didn’t just mock me. He pursued me!
I could hardly breathe for fear of the man pursuing. He laughed as he chased me through the green-gray storm, a massive wall approaching to cut me with knives of silver.
But I flew too fast, too high, and I began to fall from a terrible height. And the laughter came closer … and closer … behind …!
A strange room, my heart pounding in a shaking sweat. The room golden, hot, the sound of fi
