Violet clapped her hands over her ears. The screaming sound was awful! It sounded as if it came from every direction at once and it seemed to go on forever. Worst of all, it was painfully loud. Sean clicked on a flashlight. The wavering light flashed across the pale, frightened faces of the other actors huddled in the darkened soundstage. Suddenly the screeching noise stopped. Avery pushed buttons on the console and music came from the speakers. The lights flickered back on. DeeDee yelled, “The ghost is back!” The other actors nodded grimly. Frances rushed into the soundstage. “Thank heavens I got the lights back on. It wasn’t a power outage — some joker just turned them off. And then the ghost came.” Henry said, “That was no ghost. It was obviously a tape of someone screaming.” Avery tapped on the window of his booth, pointing toward the clock. “We need to get back on the air,” Frances said. “Everything’s all right now. Actors — Gwen — take your places. Let’s start again.”
