A carefully selected group of workers, children and bomb-shocked neurotics huddled wide-eyed in a dark, cold bomb vault. Noises began sirens seeming to shriek for help, bombs and ack-ack conversing terribly.
A flashlight beam swung around the room onto the pale faces. No one was crying out. No one was fainting.
The noises increased louder percussions, trimmed with human screams, wardens' and firefighters' shouts, fire-engine clangs, the crackle of flames. Finally the pandemonium faded; the pale people were led out. They said that the thing was terrifying, but they were glad...
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