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!

went out all at

of the static-filled TV

the power gone

into a chair

"Rebecca..."

"Rebecca..."

darkness, soft and distant,

drenched

That voice-it couldn't be...

was Sandra's

looking

back of the chair, her face drained of

Bang-

the door to Sandra's old

mist billowed from

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

Sandra.

It was really Sandra.

her legs trembling

softly, “it's cold down here. Come

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

Rebecca broke down, sobbing as she scrambled backwards on the floor. "You died of

into my drink and left the stove on,

pass out and never wake up! You wanted

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