Clem groaned, clawed desperately at the bedclothes about her throat, and twisted around in the agonies of a nightmare. Creeping toward her, in dripping garments, was the man in the fish mask. His hands were raised to seize her. With a frantic surge in the opposite direction, Clem awoke to find herself sprawling, in a riot of sheets and blankets, on the rug between the bed and the commode.
Big Boy, the hound, was whining nervously in front of her. It was broad daylight. She blinked and raised herself to a sitting position. The dog whuffed his pleasure and cut short Clem’s yawn with a too-affectionate lick of his rough tongue.
“Ugh! Get out!” exclaimed the girl, struggling to her feet. The dog retreated to the door and stood with his head c****d to one side as though expecting a continuati
