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The sign read ‘Do Not Disturb’, and at first Edith Talbot ignored the pitiful whimpering that came through the door. The hotel clerk assured her that the room was occupied by a sick boy under the care of a physician. Later in the night, when the cries resumed, she felt something must be done, and she made the fatal mistake of knocking on the door …

From then on things begin to happen, strange things that at first seem like coincidence but crescendo into a series of hair-raising events.

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