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"I have a bad feeling...!"
Sue, the narrator, and her brother Eddie are spending
their holidays in London. Today, they are visiting Terror
Tower.
"I'm scared," Eddie said.
I shivered and zipped my coat up to my chin. "Eddie,
this was your idea," I told my brother. "I didn't beg and
plead to see the Terror Tower. You did."
s He raised his brown eyes to the Tower. A strong gust of
wind fluttered his dark brown hair. "I have a strange
feeling about it, Sue. A bad feeling." [...]
"This was London's first debtor's prison," Mr Starkes explained as he led the
way
. "If
you were too poor to pay your bills, you were sent to prison. Which meant
10
that you could
never pay your bills! So you stayed in prison forever." [...]
At the entrance, I raised my eyes to the top of the dark tower. It was solid stone.
No
windows
except for a tiny square at the very top.
People were actually imprisoned here, I thought. Real people. Hundreds of years
ago. I suddenly wondered if
the castle was haunted.
15 I tried to read the serious expression on my brother's face. I wondered if Eddie
was having the same
chilling thoughts.
We stepped up to the dark entranceway. "Turn around, Eddie," I said. I took
a
step back and pulled my
camera from my coat pocket.
"Let's go in," Eddie pleaded. "The others are getting ahead of us."
20 "I just wanted to take your picture at the castle entrance," I said.
I raised the camera to my eye. Eddie made a dumb² face. I pressed the shutter
release and snapped the picture.
I had no way of knowing that it was the last picture I would ever take of Eddie.

B. I. Stine Gongsh