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She looks me up and down and grins. "You can just stand right there while I go get your stupid ball."

All I can do is nod as she climbs through the broken window, miraculously not cutting herself on the shards of glass. I want to follow and figure out what is so interesting about this house to her, but I keep my feet planted on the damp grass.

Before I know it, a scream comes from inside and I nearly pee myself. Fear and anxiety rack my mind as I think of all the possible things that could have happened the her. She could have fallen through the floor boards of that old creaky house. She could have seen large snake. Or worst of, she could have found a dead body.

I shove that last thought away and nearly laugh at the idea. In what world would she find a dead body since we practically live in the Mayberry of all towns? None. Exactly.

As I stand there, trying to convince myself that she is fine, another scream rings out and I know something is seriously wrong. Because this scream is not a scream of just plain fear. It is the scream of terror and panic that I know all too well.

So I enter the house, ready to face the possibility of a dead body, and somehow, I am not shocked by what I find.

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