The Nightmare Dance — Miriam Lynch

In this place of joyless pleasures, she met the miniature of Satan, who had claimed her for his own...

Something unseen was drawing Linda into the dance of the living dead...

Wildly gyrating, these ghostly shapes she'd known in another place as sane, sober men and women danced a mad and joyless dance among the trees and shrubs of the old estate.

And youthful Linda Martin, who'd known the strangely hypnotic kiss of the being who called himself Lucian Ferris, felt something unseen drawing her inexorably into that fatal dance, as the darkly handsome figure of Ferris beckoned.

TERROR IN THE DARK...

Linda felt hands encircle her throat and the stab of excruciating pain as claws dug into flesh. Then, as the hands tightened their grip, she gasped for breath, on the verge of collapsing. All that held her erect was the grip of those vise-like hands that pressed further and further into her throat.

So this is what it felt like to die, to be choked to death...