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This is a very gory story, not for people with weak stomachs.

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"I don't like going outside…I like staying in here…its quiet, it's comforting…"

The grey and black room had only a chair and a mirror on the way, the young girl staring out the window stood still and remained lost in her own thoughts.

Then there was a knock at the door. An elder woman came in; her eyes were beady and dark. She spoke in a raspy voice.

"My child, why do you stand there every day and every night? Don't you like the garden anymore?"

She remained silent.

"Your mother would be ashamed of you…you can't face what has happened so you stand here all day."

The girl kept standing at the window but in her mind she could hear a tiny voice, "Don't listen to her…she's the enemy…I think you should stab her…gut her like a animal…let her insides fall out…burn her eyes."

She remained still and didn't move an inch. The elderly woman got upset, "You're just like your father, a good-for-nothing wrench. I hope you rot here."

She shut the door and locked it. The girl never spoke a word.

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The sky was gray today, it was most likely going to rain, Spencer thought as he drove down the empty road. The rental car smelled of cigar smoke, he had to keep the window open to deal with the stench. The ride from the airport was about two hours. The road was empty with only a few gas stations and one motel. He was headed to the Winterfed Mental Hospital for children and adolescents. The place was like a fortress when he looked at the picture of it on his laptop on the plane. He was asked to help with the observation of a new arrival from Texas. A few friends of his from other schools he attended called him two weeks ago and so he hopped on a plane to the small town f Winterfed, Michigan. Population 2,200.

He finally arrived at the hospital just before sunset; the place was just as ominous as in the picture. Large white and gray walls, barbed wire, a steel gate, harsh fluorescent lights, and a dying garden I the back. A place where people would go to die rather then get better. Two doctors were at the main door to the hospital to great him.

"Dr. Reid, thank you for coming on such short notice" said one of them. "I'm Dr. Norman and this is Dr. Livingston. Welcome to Winterfed Hospital."

They led him into the main lobby which was strake white with several pictures on the walls. "The patient is Loren McCarty, she is twelve years old, both of her parents are dead and her grandmother, who was her current guardian also died recently."

"What happened to them?"

"They were killed by Loren and so were several other children in her home town."

Spencer nodded and the doctors took him to the room she was staying in.

The room only had a bed, a barred window, a closet, and s bedside table with a lamp.

"Loren…this is Dr. Reid" said Dr. Norman.

"Hello Loren" said Spencer with a kind smile.

She looked up at him and frowned, "You're going to die soon."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?"

"Cause I had a dream where you died."

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