The Humming Top — Dorothy Spicer

Whenever it spun, a cold wind seemed to blow across me - the air around me became fantastically bright - I was the center of a mighty humming...and I saw things, things that had happened or would happen.

What I saw made people fear and hate me - and when I came to the Abbott mansion to live, I resolved to keep my "talent" hidden.

But then I found out that that was why I was there - to unravel an ancient web of hate and death with the vision my childhood toy brought me - and to play a strange and dangerous part in the dark drama set in that shadow-haunted old house...