The air was icy cold.

So cold, it made Rebecca shiver uncontrollably.

But the thermostat was definitely off.

And something was wrong with the lights, too.

They were dim-flickering in and out, every shadow thrown sharply against the walls.

Rebecca's image appeared on the monitor, and at that moment, Daniel became frantic, struggling desperately against his restraints. He was terrified they'd hurt her.

Rebecca swallowed hard and shut the living room door behind her.

Hanging in the center of the room was a framed photo of Sandra.

In the picture, Sandra was smiling right at Rebecca.

A chill ran down Rebecca's spine, the tiny hairs on her arms standing on end. She rushed to turn on the television.

Static hissed from the screen.

The TV powered on, but nothing appeared-just a haze of white noise.

What was going on?

Was the TV broken?

Rebecca stepped closer, tapping the screen in frustration.

And then-

Snap!

lights went out all at

the faint glow of the static-filled TV

power gone

a chair

"Rebecca..."

"Rebecca..."

voices echoed through the darkness,

drenched

That voice-it couldn't be...

It was Sandra's

looking for

the chair,

Bang-

Sandra's old bedroom swung open on its

billowed

fog, her skin white as paper, two streaks of blood running down her

Sandra.

It was really Sandra.

knees buckled, her legs trembling so badly she

“it's cold

as she spoke, Sandra's face twisted, her voice rising to a furious shriek: "You're my daughter! How could you be

the floor. "You died

into my drink and left the stove

up! You wanted me dead so you could

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