She was frozen with terror, not frozen like cold though she was cold because she was wearing her pretty pink negligee in hopes that Brick Whal would find his way into her boudoir; however, the bump in the night changed all that because as far as she knew she was alone and then she heard it again sending chills down her spine like the electric jolt through Frankenstein's monster!
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