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shoulder, then slipped around the side of the house and disappeared at once Into the shadows there.<br />
He moved quickly; his activities here were carefully planned. They were dangerous. Occasionally people<br />
such as these had guns; occasionally they called the police.<br />
They never understood. Always, there was resistance.<br />
Franklin Titus began to work on the basement door.<br />
Inside the house nine thirty came and went. Letty Cochran sent little Jerry to bed. She and George<br />
settled back to watch the second half of the Garry Moore show.<br />
"Mom?"<br />
Frank Fontaine was starting to sing, "Maytime"; Letty had just closed her eyes. She sighed. "Why aren't<br />
you in bed, dear?"<br />
"There's some<strong>one</strong> in the house."<br />
George lit a cigarette, did not stir. Letty got up and went to their boy. She was concerned. Jerry was not<br />
a fearful child. He was spunky. Seeing him standing before her, wide-eyed, full of his innocent fright, she<br />
felt great sympathy and love for him.<br />
"Just us, dear."<br />
"It's a man. He was coming up from the basement, but when I saw him he stepped back into the pantry."<br />
This was not baseless fear. Jerry was terrified. "Come on, Jer, let's go see if we can shoo him out."<br />
Jerry followed her into the hall, tugging at her arm. "No, Mom, don't go in there. He was a real person. I<br />
wasn't dreaming."<br />
"Jerry, h<strong>one</strong>y, are you all right?"<br />
Before he could answer she heard a sound from the basement—a short, bitter remark, like a curse. She<br />
gathered her boy into her arms.<br />
"George! I think Jerry's right. There's some<strong>one</strong> in the basement."<br />
Her husband was beside them in an instant, his big hand covering her shoulder. "I'll go take a look.<br />
Probably a cat."<br />
He opened the basement door, reached into the darkness, and tightened the light bulb that hung over the<br />
stairs. "Nothing down there."<br />
"I certainly heard something."<br />
"I'll go down." As soon as he started descending the stairs Letty was seized with foreboding. Fear battled<br />
caution; she wanted to stay with George, but she didn't want to go down those stairs. "Hey," he said, "you<br />
two really are scared!" He held out his arms, took Jerry. "Come on, big boy, let's us check this thing out."<br />
As he clumped down he swayed from side to side with the weight of his nine-year-old.<br />
"Daddy, don't! Don't take me!"<br />
Couldn't he see he was scaring the poor child even more? Letty started down after them, her heart going<br />
out to Jerry.<br />
"George, h<strong>one</strong>y, let him—"<br />
"I know what I'm doing!"<br />
George was only a month back from Viet Nam. He felt Letty had pampered their son during his absence,<br />
that the boy was growing up soft. Easygoing George had come home to her with deep hurts, dark and<br />
violent things inside him that Letty was learning to fear. The war had wounded him, and his pain was<br />
leaking out all over his wife and son.<br />
He put the boy down beside the old black furnace. "You see, son, nobody here, not even behind it. The<br />
room's empty."<br />
Jerry did not answer; instead he simply looked up. Letty followed his eyes. All three of them fell silent.<br />
One after another the floorboards above their heads were giving under weight. Some<strong>one</strong> was walking, very<br />
softly, from the kitchen into the living room. The footsteps stopped in front of the TV.<br />
"George, listen!"<br />
"Shut up!"<br />
Garry was just starting the "That Wonderful Year" segment of the show. His voice stopped. The TV<br />
had been turned off.<br />
"What in hell—" Leaving Letty and Jerry behind, George mounted the steps three at a time. Letty was<br />
terrified now. She grabbed her son by the arm and rushed up right behind George.<br />
The living room was empty. George stood in front of the couch, staring at the old DuMont.<br />
It was off.<br />
"What the hell's going on here, some kind of a prank?"<br />
"Shouldn't we call the police?"<br />
"What's the complaint? Somebody turned off our TV? Big deal." He flipped it back on.