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We peek into one of the windows. We don't see anyone at first, but we do see a door open, and a woman's shadow move across the wall.

"Let's go knock on the door." Rita suggests. We all go to the front of the cottage, and knock on the door. A circle of salt is sprinkled all around the house, that's strange. We go up to the door, and I lift my hand to knock. I ball my hand up into a fist, and hesitate to knock. What if the person who lives here kidnapped the girls? Not only that, this is someone else's house in the middle of the woods, and we're just random teens about to ask if this person has ever seen two girls who strayed from camp.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!" Shouts the girls behind me. I take a deep breath, and knock three times. After five minutes of waiting, an old woman answers the door.

"Hello?" She says.

"Hi. Sorry for trespassing, but um, we're from the camp about a mile away, and two of our friends went missing. Have you seen them?" I ask, feeling a bit embarrassed. But I have to remember that this is for a good cause.

"Come in, tell me, who are they?" She asks. We step inside the cottage. It's old and beuatiful. The kitchen is amazing. There are cloves of garlic, and copper pots and pans hanging on the stone wall. The stove is from the 1800's or something, and the fridge is an old icebox.

"Have a seat." The woman says. We sit down.

"So, what's your problem, ladies?"

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