"Where's that ambulance?" Dr. Schwartz yelled from the top of the steps. "The child's getting worse."
Something splintered in the hall closet door. The manky zoomed through the hole it had broken and began ricocheting wildly through the house like a crazed living creature, smashing ornaments, cracking the plaster.
Les rushed through the front door to try to pick up the policeman. The officer drew his gun. An unearthly scream of "Help!" shrieked out of the doorbell.
Ann put her hands over her eyes, as if that would make the unbelievable scene vanish.