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17 year old, Avery Elliot Brockshus moved in with her parents and younger brother to Galveston, a city in Texas. She knew there was something wrong right away. Hand prints started appearing on the walls, on her skin. Bruises, cuts, pains. It's a constant battle between the Hands and the Brockshus'. Nothing will be the same.
The dreams seemed like reality, haunting her by day and by night. This place was no place for the Brockshus....
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