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...