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Excerpts Life's Work
"God, did something die in here?" Suzanne whispered, regretting it with a sudden superstitious dread. She edged towards the staircase, flipping on lights as she went. The rooms were deep and still, almost like they were underground. Suzanne paused at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't really want to do this alone, but what else could she do? Go and get that nosey old neighbour to hold her hand? Grimly, she started up the stairs. I swear, she thought, if something grabs my ankle, I'm marching right the hell out of here and never coming back. Tara, she decided, could find her own way out. Upstairs, the corridor was in shadow. Tara's room was the first on the left. Suzanne grabbed the doorknob like it was a lifeline. The door was stuck. "Tara?" she called, forcing the panic out of her voice. Inside, she could hear furniture being moved. Lots of it. What, did Tara have her whole room piled against the door? "Thank god," Tara said. Her face was red and streaked with tears. "What the hell's going on?" Suzanne asked. "Where's Mama?" Tara squeezed out into the corridor. "Can't you feel it?" she asked. She wrapped her arms about herself, shivering. "No," said Suzanne, although in truth she did feel something. There, at her back. She spun around, but the corridor was empty.
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