On Thanksgiving Day, Lily was feeling reclusive. Her parents and grandparents were going to the church's annual Thanksgiving Day dinner, but she refused to go. Surrendering, Lily's parents shrugged their shoulders and left. Having completely forgotten Meg's words until then, once they were gone, Lily was terrified. She stayed in her room, jumping at every noise. She eventually calmed down, and worked up the nerve to go to the bathroom to fix her hair and put in her contacts. Looking at the empty towel rack, Lily thought, I'll have to go get the towels out of the dryer after I fix my hair. She combed her hair and put it in her usual curly ponytail. Then she looked back at the towels, and nearly screamed when she saw two towels sitting on rack. Maybe I just didn't pay attention before, she thought, shooing away the idea of ghosts. She washed her hands, drying them on the phantom towels, and then put in her contacts. Then, she walked back into her room. She sat down on her bed, and then she saw a flickering light casting her shadow upon the wall in front of her. She slowly turned around, and the television was turning off and on. Officially freaked out, she ran all the way downstairs.
Once downstairs, Lily grabbed the house phone to call Jamie. She pressed the talk button, but all she heard was crackling. She put the phone down. She looked around. "I don't know who you are, but I really mean you no harm! What have I done to you?" Lily heard a whisper: "I am the hunter... and you are my prey." Lily broke into silent tears, turning on all the lights as the sun started to set. She wanted her parents home. She wanted to hear Meg and Jamie's voices. She wanted to leave this house.
