Chapter Ten
The Lot (III)
Something had awakened him.
He lay still in the ticking dark, looking at the ceiling.
A noise. Some noise. But the house was silent.
There it was again. Scratching.
Mark Petrie turned over in bed and looked through the window and Danny Glick was staring in at him through the glass, his skin grave-pale, his eyes reddish and feral. Some dark substance was smeared around his lips and chin , and when he saw Mark looking at him, he smiled and showed teeth grown hideously long and sharp.
“Let me in,” the voice whispered, and Mark was not sure if the words had crossed dark air or were only in his mind.



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