IN the study, an old rotary phone rings, the shrill noise nagging in the darkness, like an unwanted guest.

It finally snatches the teenage Brooke Summers from her sleep on the other side of the house. She rouses, bleary-eyed and disoriented, emerges from her covers and leans over to get out of bed then – thud. Her knees slam on the floor, an awful sting tears through her skin and shoots pain th...