The lock of hair is strangely like her own. Meredith stares in horror at the curl resting in a box which hangs from her locker. And the attached note in blood red letters which reads: YOU ARE IN MY POWER! Where did it come from? Meredith wishes she could dismiss it as a practical joke, but the words are hauntingly familiar. Then she discovered a roughly shorn patch of hair behind her left ear. Is Meredith the victim of a cruel game—or is she facing a far greater evil? add