The House of Whispering Death — Mona Farnsworth

There was something about Chlorinda's eyes...hypnotic...piercing...spell binding. You'll learn, as Libby did, to never look into those mysterious eyes.

Darkness came over Dune House and the moon showed faintly through the ghostly clouds that roamed the nighttime sky.

A blood pounding fear made Libby clutch her stomach as from her bed, the room's lonely darkness was pierced by a whispering voice.

Was Libby the next to die?..... Maybe.