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CHAPTER THREE

The taxicab deposited Gloria in front of a large, white, stone mansion with marble stairs. Four huge carved marble columns formed a balustrade in front of the enormous oak door.

The pretty teenager stood perfectly still, holding her bags, her wide blue eyes surveying the mansion that housed the school which was to be her home. It looked like a nice well-kept building, but all of the shutters were closed, and, somehow, the mansion had a strange, forbidden aura about it.

The place gave her the creeps.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing out here?" said a deep growling voice from behind her.

A clammy, long-fingered hand clamped down on her shoulder, the sweaty, hairy fingers digging deep into Gloria's tender flesh. Quickly, she turned and looked into the chest of a very tall, angular man. Glancing up higher, she looked into his face. He had extremely sharp features and looked as if he were chiseled from stone. His face was pale and expressionless. A deep long scar traversed one cheek, running from just above his thin nose to the middle of his wrinkled neck. He wore a dark pair of wraparound sunglasses that hid his eyes, a dirty pair of blue denim coveralls and a wide-brimmed straw hat, tilted so far to one side that it appeared ready to fall off his narrow face.

"What's your name, girl?" he asked in a deep, guttural voice that betrayed no emotion. He spoke like a robot – an unthinking, unfeeling machine, incapable of sincerity or trust.

"I-I'm Gloria Travis," she stammered in reply. "I just got here a moment ago. I'm supposed to see… uh… uh… my Uncle Richard… Havermayer. My Uncle Richard Havermayer."

"Follow me," the tall cadaverous man said abruptly, speaking in a cold monotone. The man led her up the marble stairs and opened the door to the mansion. "Wait right here," he said. "Don't move – just wait." Then, he went back out the door.

Gloria stood still for a few anxious moments, waiting. But no one seemed to even know – much less care – that she was even there.

All of a sudden, she heard a low chuckle coming from directly above her. Spinning her upper torso around and turning her head, she glanced up the stairs and caught sight of her Uncle Richard, who at that very moment was descending the long staircase.

Uncle Richard bellowed a low throaty laugh, casually puffing on a big cigar. He shook his head – and smiled!

"Uncle Richard! Thank God you're here. Please, help me!"