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I'm sitting on the roof of the dads car. Yes I know, it's a odd place for one to think, but I can't bear being inside. It's the same house but it feels different. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Oh well. I grasp my jacket firmly and pull it tighter around me. Winter afternoons are always freezing, and it seems to be forever impossible to make out any individual cloud. So your forced to assume it will rain.

For a split second I think I can hear the sound of mum yelling and Caitlin screaming. Caitlin, Caitlin, Caitlin. She looks the same but is acting strangely different. Her attitude is changing unexpectedly and its happening more oftenI . It's scary. I try not to think about it and focus my mind on the dark figure I can see in the hallway.

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