Avon Fantasy Reader No. 8 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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ZERO HOUR 73 the eee The humming. The giggling of the er “This way!” cried Mink, below. ‘“Who’s downstairs?” roared Hea “Who's there!” “Hush, oh, nonononono!” said his wife, weakly, holding him. “Please, be quiet. Tee cee go away.” “Mom?” called Mink, “Dad?” A pause. “Where are you?” Heavy footsteps, See heavy, very HEAVY footsteps came up the stairs. Mink leading them. “Mom?” A hesitation. “Dad?” A Sana a silence. Humming. Footsteps toward the attic. Mink’s first. They trembled together in silence in the attic, Mr. and Mrs. Morris. For some reason the electric humming, the queer cold light suddenly visible under the door crack, the strange odor and the alien sound of eagerness in Mink’s voice, finally got through to Henry Morris, too. He stood, shivering, in the dark silence, his wife beside him. “Mom! Dad!” Footsteps. A little humming sound. The attic lock melted. The door opened. Mink peered inside, tall blue shadows behind her. ““Peek-a-boo,” said Mink. ) comicbooks.co