CHAPTER EIGHT
A wild terror swept over Carly—the kind of terror she’d experienced a few times when a fall or a blow had knocked the wind out of her lungs, and she couldn’t get it back again for several awful breathless moments.
Her mouth remained shut, and she couldn’t catch even the tiniest intake of air. It was as if she been plunged into some sort of liquid that was much thicker than water—too thick even to force its way into her nostrils. The morgue began to swim around her and dissolve. For a moment everything went black.
Then she saw the face …
A woman’s face gleamed brightly in the darkness, not more than a foot in front of her. The face seemed to be staring right into her eyes—but that was impossible. The face had no eyes, only empty gaping sockets.
Carly tried to cry out “Hel
