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"Where are you?" she whispered aloud

The ghost had gone through the door--and then disappeared But Sage had brought her here for a reason

And then disappeared

"You could be ht and the areat deal of help; she’d saved a

But if it was live

Then soht chilled her, and she walked into the last room, the one closest to the Old Jail Bed and Breakfast In fact, it almost seemed as if she was under the Old Jail

This rooht froh and she couldn’t find another switch The one bulb down here illuminated the main room and stretched as far as the second room By the third room

The third room was filled with shadows As she walked toward it, she stopped for a minute

It was creepy, mostly shadowed--and croith mannequins Some of them were poor, barely more than two-dimensional, and held theatrical billboards So costumes or cloaks from the many decades the theater had been in existence Soo

Some were headless

And some had heads with faces that offered very real expressions of anger, fear, hope, happiness--and evil So over on one another

"Ah, Sage, where are you?" she asked

At first, there was nothing Her little pencil flashlight was back in her rooht to stuff that in a pocket with her cell phone

She wondered if it was better to see--or not see--theclose to one, she saw that it was a mannequin of a Victorian wolass The reatest terror on earth

A placard hung from the wrist Jane stooped to read it Cos You The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde!

Turning froht into a ed to sn the sound

Federal agents don’t screaht oftoward her--an ar away froe!" she whispered

She was stunned when, in response, she heard a groan

So far, Sage McCorhost had suddenly decided to groan

"Jennie! Jennie, is that you? Are you down here? Are you hurt?"

She began to squeeze her way through the ht, so theirls and cancan dancers, fan dancers, handsorisly zoain

That wasn’t the ghost, she was sure of it--and definitely not the ure in a straitjacket held a cleaver high The cleaver was plastic, although the mannequin was creepy Out on the street it had probably drawn many to the theater; by day it would be a come-on to those anted to be a little scared by their entertainnore the ain The ht not be real, but they made it very hard to find so you," Jane said aloud She laughed at herself and admitted that the mannequins scared the hell out of her She deter harpy and a ain, it seemed that one of the around to touch her and knock her in the arm She almost cried out in surprise, but realized she’d pushed another roan again

Another mannequin with a wide-open circularup a book She scooted by it and at last found the flesh-and-blood wo on her back Her eyes were closed and a trickle of blood had dried on her forehead

"Oh, Jennie," Jane cried, digging in the pocket of her skirt for her cell phone as she knelt down by the woth of her pulse

It eak

"Jennie, stay with ht away," she said

Even as she spoke, she felt as if there was a tap on her shoulder She looked up Sage McCorain, in front of her, between Jennie’s crumpled body and a row of frontier schoolboys