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“They aren’t dreams, Chris.” Jessie sighed. “It’s the house. There’s something living in that house. And I don’t mean people.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“Unless you help me, I won’t be able to stop them.”

“Stop them from what?”

She turned away, then looked back at Chris. “Have you ever heard of Lettie Hatch?”

Lettie Hatch took a butcher knife, and with it took her father’s life…

“Yeah,” Chris said. “Everyone has. She killed her parents.”

“I live in her house, Chris. Lettie Hatch’s mother killed herself. And two years later her father got remarried to this young bitch and then Lettie killed her father and her stepmother.” She walked over to the window where the rain was still pounding the earth. “And my dad just got married again…to Karen, a girl way younger than he is. Are you starting to follow my line of reasoning?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“It’s going to all happen again, Chris, I know it is. I dream about it. I dream about the knife and the blood. And last night—”

Gooseflesh crawled up Chris’s arms. “What happened last night?”

“Last night I dreamed about killing Karen.” Jessie laughed. Almost a funny ha-ha kind of laugh, but Chris knew she wasn’t joking. “I dreamed I went into the kitchen and got the knife and went into her bedroom and started stabbing…and it felt so good!”