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        Reyapickedupthepills,turnedtheminherpalm,thenflickedthemasidewithouthesitation.Whatsheneededwasn''tTylenol.Itwasfood—enoughtoanchorandtametheseethingenergytearingthroughherveins.

        ThetakeoutwasKFC—coldnow,thedampbasementairturningthefriedskinsoggy,greasy,andfaintlyrancid.Still,somethingwasbetterthannothing.Shepinchedhernoseandwolfeditdown,evenswallowingchickenbones.

        Afterchuggingtheentiresoda,sheletoutaloudbelchandfloppedbackontothemattress,staringblanklyattheceiling.

        Herthoughtsdriftedbacktobeforeshe''dblackedout—Julian,thatfool.Hewasn''tmuchtolookat,buthewasn''tabadguy.Kindofcute,inapitifulway.Shesighed.Hisgenitalshadseemedperfectlyhealthy...whatawaste.

        Thechainsrattledassheshifted.Oneofthenewspapersslidtothefloor,apageflippingopen.Theimageontheexposedpageimmediatelycaughthereye.

        Speakofthedevil.

        Julian''sdistortedfacestaredbackfromagrainyblow-up,beneathaheadlinescreaminginblockletters:

        HAUNTEDHOUSEHORROR:QUASIMODO''SMYSTERIOUSDEATH

        Reyaboltedupright,chainsclankingloudly.

        Thedoorcreakedopenalmostinstantly.Themanagersteppedin,hazmatsuitrustling.

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