In every age since primitive humans began to notice that some of us are naturally faster, smarter, prettier and more talented than others, there have been individuals who rise from relative obscurity to tower above their peers.
For centuries, such individuals were labeled witches and sacrificed for the good of the tribe. Especially that show-off who first figured out how to make fire. What an egomaniac.
Brenda Williams died naked, shrieking obscenities and clutching a kitchen knife as she bled out on her living room floor.
Shot five times by Scranton police, she struggled to keep the knife even as life drained from her. One of the bullets passed through the hand in which she held the blade, but still she would not let go.
Her fear was that strong.
Only God knows how many of Brenda Williams' 52 years were spent in the grip of the wild-eyed panic that defined her final moments. She died in our world, but she did not live in it.
It started as a parlor game cooked up by a British law clerk and part-time clown whose wife shared his wicked passion for spinning tangled yarns.
The formula was devilishly simple: Put six compromised characters in a nine-room Victorian mansion, leave weapons lying around and sooner or later somebody is bound to turn up dead.
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