Mystery at Midnight
Mar 24, 2020
3 minutes
By Kimberly Elkins, CONTRIBUTING EDITOR
Bang! bang! bang! I shot up in bed that mid-December morning in 1992. Someone was pounding on the door of my rented room at New Dramatists, an organization for playwrights in New York City. My hair a mess, I grabbed my robe and ran to the door. I threw it open to find Peter, the office manager, standing in the doorway. His face was as white as a sheet.
“Kimberly, are you okay?” he asked, visibly shaken.
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