Chapter 7“—the recent death of a number of high school students, each one unexplained as of the time of this report, though many seem to have suffered from self-inflicted wounds.”
She pushed the mop across the tiles of the floor, not looking up at the chattering television set until, at last, she heard a familiar voice once more, a turn of phrase that she could have sworn she had heard only a handful of days ago,
“They say there’s a tape out there, and if you listen to it, you go mad.”
She turned towards the screen in time to see the image of that girl, long dark hair, the bluntest of fringes, her pallor blue as she stood before the proffered microphone within the screen, and then the image cut away to a middle-aged man in a tie sitting behind a desk.
He opened his mouth, and she reach
