“No!” I leap off my stool, but the figure keeps coming toward me. It wears a loose chemise, and its mouth gapes open as if to swallow me whole. I’m being pinched all over my body. I scream.
Deliverance runs to Papa. My family shrieks in alarm.
“Ann, what’s happening?” my father demands.
I shiver and point. “Something is here!”
The figure holds out a book. “Sign it,” the ghostly voice says. “And this will stop.”
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