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Maggie clung to me even tighter. "Julia," she whispered. "What happened?"
"No idea. Electrical overload? Or something cut the power."
The sound of the wind began again, rising to a higher and higher pitch. "Oh God, it does sound like howling," Maggie whispered. "Hold on to my arm. We have to find our way back. I have a picture in my head. I just have to feel along the wall." We were in complete darkness, the eerie sound grew louder. My heart was racing. Something was here. Was it human or animal?
I clung to Maggie’s arm and we shuffled slowly along. "Julia, what’s that smell?"
I sniffed. "No idea," I whispered. "But it’s really strange."
"Why are we whispering?"
"Keep your voice down, Maggie. If someone’s here who shouldn’t be here, we’re defenseless."
"Thanks for reminding me."
