With my hands shaking I called Ethan. "Rita? What's the matter?" He asked. "Help me. Something, someone. Get over here!" I whispered into the phone. "Okay, just hold on, I'll be right over! Stay where you are, don't move!" I hung up the phone, my eyes clouded with tears. I went and hid in my closet again. I held the knife in one hand and the phone in the other and I waited for what felt like forever. Rita's new house is a dream come true, but is it really? What is haunting her house?