QUEER MANIFESTATIONS
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She paused—they all did—mouths half opened. For from somewhere in the structure came a hollow and terrifying groan, and then followed the umistakable sound of clinking metal, while a bluish light flashed around them. Then came another long-drawn cry—a shrill, eerie wail, and both their lights went out, leaving them in total darkness, while the storm shrieked about the old house, rocking it, and swaying it as though to tear it from its foundations.
