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Mama!" all three chorused.
    Kathy was fit to be tied; the incident in the breakfast nook was forgotten. She looked into the sink and bathtub, but they were still gleaming from her scouring. She turned on the faucets. Nothing but clear running water. Once more, she flushed the toilet, not really expecting the horrible black color to disappear.
    She bent down and looked around the base to see if anything was leaking through to the inside of the bowl. Finally she turned to Danny. "Get the Clorox from my bathroom. It's in the little closet under the sink."
    Missy started to go. "Missy! You stay here! Let Danny get it." The boy left the bathroom. "And bring the scrub brush, too!" Kathy called after him. Chris searched his mother's face, his eyes watering. "I didn't do it. Please don't hit me again."
    Kathy looked at him, thinking of the terrible night before. "No, baby, it wasn't your fault. Something's happened to the water, I think. Maybe some oil backed up the line. Didn't you notice it before?"
    "I had to go. I saw it first!" crowed Missy.
    "Uh-huh. Well, let's see what the Clorox does before I call your father and he..."
    "Mama! Mama!" The cry came from down the hall.
    Kathy leaned out the bathroom doorway. "What is it, Danny? I said it's under the sink!"
    "No, Mama! I found it! But the black's in your toilet, too! And it stinks in here!"
    Kathy's bathroom door was at the far end of her bedroom. Danny was standing outside the bedroom, holding his nose, when Kathy and the other two children came running down.
    As soon as Kathy stepped into the bedroom, the odor bit her-a sweetish perfume smell. She stopped, sniffed, and frowned. "What the hell is that? That isn't my cologne."
    But when she entered her bathroom, she was struck by a completely different odor, an overpowering stench. Kathy gagged and started to cough, but before she ran, caught a glimpse of her toilet bowl. It was totally black inside!
    The children scrambled out of her way as she headed down the stairs.
    "George!"
    "What do you want? I'm busy!"
    Kathy burst into the livingroom and ran over to where George was crouched by the fireplace. "You'd better come and look! There's something in our bathroom that smells like a dead rat! And the toilet's all black!" She grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the room.
    The other bathroom toilet bowl on the second floor was also black inside, as George discovered, but it had no smell. He sniffed the perfume in his room. "What the hell's that?"
    He began to open the windows on the second floor. "First, let's get this smell out of here!" He lifted the windows in his and Kathy's bedroom, then ran across the hall to the other bedrooms. Then he heard Kathy's voice.
    "George! Look at this!"
    The fourth bedroom on the second floor-now Kathy's sewing room-has two windows. One, which looks out at the boathouse and the Amityville River, was the window George had opened that first night when he had awakened at 3:15. The other faces the neighboring house to the right of 112 Ocean Avenue. On this window, clinging to the inside of the panes, were literally hundreds of buzzing flies!
    "Jesus, will you look at that! House flies, now?"
    "Maybe they're attracted by the smell?" Kathy volunteered.
    "Yeah, but not at this time of year. Flies don't live that long, and not in this weather. And why are they only on this window?" George looked around the room, trying to see where the insects had come from. There was a closet in one corner. He opened the door and peered in, looking for cracks; for anything that would make sense.
    "If this closet wall was up against the bathroom, they might have lived in the warmth. But this wall's against the outside." George put his hand against the plaster. "It's cold in here. I don't see any way they could have survived."
    After shooing his family out into the hall, George shut the door to the sewing room. He opened the other window overlooking the boathouse, then took some newspapers and chased out as many flies