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Louis
could
n't
remember
later
exactly
how
one
emotion
slipped
into
the
next
.
Trying
to
analyze
it
only
made
him
feel
dizzy
.
All
he
could
remember
for
sure
was
that
curiosity
changed
swiftly
into
a
feeling
that
somewhere
something
had
gone
badly
wrong
.
His
eyes
met
Jud
's
,
both
unguarded
.
It
was
a
moment
before
he
could
find
a
way
to
act
.
"
Hoooo-hoooo
,
"
the
Halloween
ghosts
in
the
kitchen
chanted
.
"
Hooo-hooo
.
"
And
then
suddenly
the
h-sound
was
gone
and
the
cry
rose
louder
,
genuinely
frightening
:
"
oooo-OOOOOO
--
"
And
then
one
of
the
ghosts
began
to
scream
.
"
Daddy
!
"
Ellie
's
voice
was
wild
and
tight
with
alarm
.
"
Daddy
!
Missus
Crandall
fell
down
!
"
"
Ah
,
Jesus
,
"
Jud
almost
moaned
.
Ellie
came
running
out
onto
the
porch
,
her
black
dress
flapping
.
She
clutched
her
broom
in
one
hand
.
Her
green
face
,
now
pulled
long
in
dismay
,
looked
like
the
face
of
a
pygmy
wino
in
the
last
stages
of
alcohol
poisoning
.
The
two
little
ghosts
followed
her
,
crying
.
Jud
lunged
through
the
door
,
amazingly
spry
for
a
man
of
over
eighty
.
No
,
more
than
spry
.
Again
,
almost
lithe
.
He
was
calling
his
wife
's
name
.
Louis
bent
and
put
his
hands
on
Ellie
's
shoulders
.
"
Stay
right
here
on
the
porch
,
Ellie
.
Understand
?
"
"
Daddy
,
I
'm
scared
,
"
she
whispered
.
