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It
came
,
again
.
I
was
positive
it
was
outside
.
But
that
did
n't
make
it
any
better
.
I
told
my
legs
to
go
and
the
refused
the
order
.
Then
the
quality
of
the
noise
changed
.
Something
rasped
across
the
darkness
and
my
heart
leaped
in
my
chest
and
I
lunged
at
that
thin
vertical
line
of
light
.
I
hit
the
doors
straight-arm
and
burst
through
into
the
market
.
Three
or
four
people
were
right
outside
the
double
doors-Ollie
Weeks
was
one
of
them-and
they
all
jumped
back
in
surprise
.
Ollie
grabbed
at
his
chest
.
"
David
!
"
he
said
in
a
pinched
voice
.
"
Jesus
Christ
,
you
want
to
take
ten
years
off
my
-
"
He
saw
my
face
.
"
What
's
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
Did
you
hear
it
?
"
I
asked
.
My
voice
sounded
strange
in
my
own
ears
,
high
and
squeaking
.
"
Did
any
of
you
hear
it
?
"
They
had
n't
heard
anything
,
of
course
.
They
had
come
up
to
see
why
the
generator
had
gone
off
.
As
Ollie
told
me
that
,
one
of
the
bag-boys
bustled
up
with
an
armload
of
flashlights
.
He
looked
from
Ollie
to
me
curiously
.
"
I
turned
the
generator
off
,
"
I
said
,
and
explained
why
.
"
What
did
you
hear
?
"
one
of
the
other
men
asked
.
He
worked
for
the
town
road
department
;
his
name
was
Jim
something
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
A
scraping
noise
.
Slithery
.
I
do
n't
want
to
hear
it
again
.
"
"
Nerves
,
"
the
other
fellow
with
Ollie
said
.
"
No
.
It
was
not
nerves
.
"
"
Did
you
hear
it
before
the
lights
went
out
?
"
