Satan Whispers
THE WHISPERING SHADOWS CALLED HER... TOLD HER... INSISTED THAT SHE KILL!

As a curly-topped infant, Sarah was loved and cherished--even though her birth almost killed her mother... As a winsome five-year-old with shiny blue eyes, she was the perfect child--except for her terrifyingly destructive tantrums... Creeping panic soon enveloped her parents and neighbors... the gruesome deaths... the strange painting... Sarah befriended the whispering shadows... 150 years of patient evil had waited for Sarah, and now she must listen to the darkness... she must obey... she must seduce... she must kill...

THE HORROR BEGINS

Betty grasped the old woman by the arm. "Don't talk in circles! Tell me what has happened!"
Mrs. Doherty made a visible effort to pull herself together, and said, "It all happened about an hour ago. The storm began and I noticed that Sarah was not here. I went looking for her in the rain and met Mrs. Osborne looking for George..."
"Go on!" Betty said tautly. "We went down to the lake,"
Mrs. Doherty continued, "and we saw a rowboat out in the middle of the lake. There was someone in it. Despite the storm, we took one of the other boats and rowed out there."
"And the children were safe?"
"Sarah was in the boat, waiting for us and crying," Mrs. Doherty said, her voice breaking. "But the little boy was gone!"
Filled with horror, Betty whispered, "Drowned?"
"Sarah says he became terrified of the storm and toppled over the side," Mrs. Doherty said. "Too horrible!"
Betty sobbed. She impulsively got up and ran up the stairs to Sarah's bedroom. The beautiful little girl in the bed was sleeping peacefully, a sweet smile on her face. Betty could not understand why, but something about the child's placidity sent a fresh surge of fear and guilt through her.