The Hanging Hill

65

It was only eleven a.m. but Zack was already exhausted.

He sat on the top step of the spiral staircase and gazed down into the basement below.

Okay. He had to figure out this “Beware Pandemonium” thing. Buckingham had just said it. The janitor had said it yesterday.

Zack knew that the Pandemonium Players was the name of the theater’s resident acting company, but why should he be afraid of them?

He felt a chilling breeze drift up the corkscrewing metal steps. He leaned forward and saw yet another ghost materialize—a woman with wildly curly hair. She wafted away from the staircase and weaved a fluid path across the clutter of props and boxes stored underneath the main stage.

Wait a second.

Zack had seen the back of this particular specter before.

In North Chester!

Sitting in the breakfast room of the Marriott extended-stay hotel across from a guy sizzling in an electric chair.

It was Doll Face!

Mad Dog Murphy’s girlfriend.

Zack clanked down the circular staircase as fast as he could to find out what the heck she was doing here.