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Nothing, I said at last. As soon as I got to the top, the knocking noises stopped. Oh, filings. Filings will be fine. Are you sure Its not even nine oclock, and its powers already strong. Not that strong. Besides, whatever Mr. Hope wants, I cant believe hes suddenly turned malevolent. Filings will be more than adequate. He hesitated. Also I looked at him. Also what I forgot to bring the chains. Dont stare at me like that. You do weird things with your eyes. You forgot to bring the chains Lockwoo George took them out to oil them and I didnt check that hed put them back. So its Georges fault, really. Listen, it doesnt matter. We dont need them for a job like this, do we Get the iron set up while I scan the other rooms. Then we focus here. I had a lot more to say, but now wasnt the time. I took a deep breath. Well, dont get into trouble, I said. Last time you went wandering off during a case, you got yourself locked in the bathroom. A ghost shut me in, I keep telling you. So you claim, but there was not a shred of evidence tha But he was already gone. It didnt take me long to carry out my task. I hauled several stacks of dusty, yellowed paper to the edges of the room to make space in the center of the floor. Then I pulled the rug aside and scattered the filings in a circle, giving it a fairly small radius, so as not to waste the iron. This would be our primary refuge, where we could retreat if necessary, but we might need other circles too, depending on what we found. I went out onto the landing. Im just going down to get more iron. Lockwoods voice echoed from a nearby bedroom. Fine. Can you put the kettle on Yeah. I crossed to the stairs, glancing at the open bathroom door. When I put my hands on the banister rail, the wood was freezing to the touch. I hesitated at the top, listening hard, then descended toward the grainy illumination of the hall. A few steps down, I thought I heard a rushing noise behind me; but when I turned back, I saw nothing. With my hand on my rapier hilt, I continued to the bottom and walked along the hall to where the kitchens warm glow shone through a crack in the door. Dim as it was, the lantern light made me screw my eyes up as I went in. I helped myself to a cheeky biscuit, rinsed out the mugs, and put the kettle on again. Then I picked up the two duffel bags and, with some difficulty, pried the hall door open with my foot. I moved back out into the hall, whicthanks to the bright kitcheseemed even darker than before. There was no sound in the house. I couldnt hear anything of Lockwood; presumably he was still scanning the final bedrooms. I climbed the stairs slowly, from cool, to cold, to colder, holding the heavy bags awkwardly on either side. I reached the landing and heaved the bags down with a little sigh. When I raised my head to call to Lockwood, I saw a girl standing there. I froze; for a tightly packed string of heartbeats, I couldnt stir a muscle. In part, of course, this was due to simple shock, but there was a lot more to it than that. A cold weight pressed like a headstone on my chest; my limbs felt entombed in mud. An icy torpor crept through the roots of my brain. My mind was numbed, the workings of my body dulled; I felt I should never have the strength to move again. A mood stole over me that might have been despair, had I the energy to truly care about it one way or the other. Nothing mattered, least of all me. Silence and stillness and utter paralysis of movement were all I could aspire to, all that I deserved. In other words, I was experiencing ghostlock, which is the effect Type Twos have when they choose to direct their power on you. An ordinary person might have stood there helpless and let the Visitor work its will upon her. But Im an agent, and Id dealt with this before. So I wrested savage, painful breaths from the frigid air, shook the mist clear of my brain. I forced myself to live. And my hands moved slowly toward the weapons at my belt. The girl stood halfway across the floor of the studybedroom, directly ahead of me. I could see her framed by the open door. She was fairly faint, but I saw she stood barefoot on the rolledup ruor, more precisely, in it, for her ankles were sunk into the fabric as if she were paddling in the sea. She wore a pretty summerprint dress, kneelength, decorated with large, rather garish orange sunflowers. It was not a modern design. The dress and her limbs and her long fair hair all shone with dim, pale otherlight, as if lit by something far away. As for her face Her face was a solid wedge of darkness. No light reached it at all. It was hard to tell, but I guessed shed been eighteen or so. Older than me, but not by too many years. I stood there for a time wondering about this, with my eyes locked on the faceless girl, and my hands inching to my belt. Then I remembered I was not alone in the house. Lockwood, I called. Oh, Lockwood I said it as lightly as I could. Shog signs of fear is best avoided where Visitors are concernefear, anger, and other strong emotions. They feed on it too easily; it makes them faster and more aggressive. No answer came, so I cleared my throat and tried again. Oh, Lockwood I was using a merry singsong intonation here, as if I were speaking to a little babe or cuddly pet or something. As I might as well have been, in fact, because he didnt bloody respond. I turned my head and called a little louder. Oh, Lockwood, please come here. His voice sounded muffled, back along the landing. Hold on, Luce. Ive got something. Jolly good So have I. When I looked back, the girl was closer, almost out onto the landing. The face was still in shadow, but the drifts of otherlight that spun about her body shone brighter than before. Her bony wrists were tight against her side, the fingers bent like fishhooks. Her bare legs were very thin. What do you want I said. I listened. Words brushed soft as spiders touch against my ear. Im cold. Fragments. You seldom get more than fragments. The little voice was a whisper uttered at great distance, but it was also uncomfortably close at hand. It seemed an awful lot closer to me than Lockwoods reply had been. Oh, Lockwood I cooed again. Its urgent. Can you believe it I could detect a hint of annoyance in his answer. Just wait a sec, Lucy. Theres something interesting here. Ive picked up a deathgloa really, really faint one. Something nasty happened in this front bedroom too Its so hazy I almost missed it, so it mustve been a long while back. But, you know, I think it was traumatic.Which meanits only a theory, Im just playing with ideas herthere might possibly have been two violent deaths in this house.What do you say to that I chuckled hollowly. I say that its a theory I can maybe help you with, I sang, if youll only come out here. The thing is, he went on, I dont see how the first deaths got anything to do with the Hopes. They were only here two years, werent they So perhaps the disturbances were experiencing aren actually caused by the husband I cried. Yes, well done Theyre not

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Mark Cuban the full interview everyone must see

Mark Cuban
the full interview everyone must see