A fancy chandelier hung from the ceiling directly over our heads. Crystals in the shape of teardrops dangled from it. Crystals draped in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. It felt icy cold in here. Much colder than outside. A sour odor rose up to greet us. I shivered. I groped for a light switch, and found one on the wall next to the door. I flicked the switch—but nothing happened. “It’s not going to work!” Roxanne whispered. “Nobody has lived here for years! Turn on your flashlight.” “What flashlight?” I asked. “You didn’t bring a flashlight? You were supposed to bring a flashlight,” she whispered. “I forgot,” I admitted. Roxanne sighed. “Did you bring the camcorder?” she demanded. “Yes, it’s right here.” I pulled the video camera out of my backpack. “At least you remembered something,” she muttered. She started to say something else. But instead, a cry escaped her lips. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Didn’t you hear something—like a low moan?”
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