Polterheist: An Esther Diamond Novel - Plot & Excerpts
It was coming from the North Pole—or, rather, the section of the fourth floor that was called “the North Pole” and decorated in traditional style. This was where the original Fenster’s Christmas exhibit had been for decades. The boy’s mother again screamed, “Jonathan!” “Jonathan!” I shouted, with Miles, Twinkle, Candycane, and Saturated Fats running right behind me. As I reached Santa’s Workshop—where little mechanical elves engaged in a very limited range of repetitive-motion activities twelve hours per day, every day, throughout the season—I was relieved to see the child and to find him apparently unharmed. He ran toward his mother as she sobbed his name with relief, having found him at last, and scooped him up into her arms. Something had obviously terrified the kid, though. He was red-faced and sobbing loudly, his nose running and his face screwed up with emotion.
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