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A PHONE CALL IN THE NIGHT
“God help me! He’s here,” screamed Forbes into the darkness, his voice a falsetto of fear and panic combined.
“There’s no-one here, William,” I retorted, trying to remain calm, though Forbes’s reaction to the extinguishing of the lights certainly succeeded in giving me a moment or two of illogical panic. Almost as quickly as the lights had flicked off however, they returned, bathing the room in the safe, warm glow that should have brought Forbes back to the world of reality. They didn’t. His face had become a mask of sheer terror. Whatever lurked within his mind, real or imagined had taken such a hold on William Forbes that it was soon apparent to me that this time, his panic bore deep seated roots. He certainly believed that someone or something was with u
