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Sairlish squeal She sat up in the pile of clothes and looked around the room It took her a moment to realize she wasn't in the house fro her She held out her ar as in her dream She put one sleeve to her head to feel the ponytail on the back of her head, not the pigtails from her dream

Or had it been a memory? Over the last five years she had experienced a few dreah not one so vivid Those dreaed herself with the jacket It must have been these clothes that had prompted her to unlock an olddress-up in Moht struck her: the only way for her otten here would have been if Pryde had killed her mother He must have killed Samantha's mother and turned Samantha over to the reverend, who had tried to brainwash her like the others

"No," she whimpered Her mother couldn't be dead She had to be back on the hter to return, as was Samantha's father As much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't deny the evidence Her mother's clothes were here but her mother wasn't

She bit down on her lip to keep herself fro She couldn't jump to conclusions There could be another explanation Perhaps as in the drea her ht have sirabbed them from off a clothesline or out of a drawer to take with hi position and then snatched the lantern Pryde ht have left some clues in here about what had happened to her parents She held up the lantern to look around the room At the opposite end of the cellar she saw atold her she would find answers in there

The door was so heavy that she had to pull on it with all of her weight The door finally creaked open a few inches, enough so Sah the crack She swept the lantern around to reveal a horrible sight On a worktable she saw a half-dozen knives of varying sizes, all of them covered with rust and blood

She ran over to a half-dozen of clay pots set against the wall to empty her stomach into one of them Before she could, she saas in the pots: bones Hulared up at her, its rin at her She barely turned her head in time to vomit on the floor