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"When did this happen?"

"I don't know! I woke up with something wet on my face and there is was!" I cried, pointing at the ceiling. The man nodded, watching his partner take pictures of the gruesome message above the bed.

"Hey, I found something downstairs," another officer called out, leading us into my basement.

"What do you have in there, Ms. Rose?" Officer Daniels asked me before opening the door to reveal a mass of furry white bodies piled up in a corner.

"My pet rabbits," I said quietly, horrified at the dead animals. "I breed and sell them to people."

"Do you have anywhere you can stay for a while? Shake off the scare?"

"My parents."

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"I'm so sorry about that, Kaylee," Mom said, patting my knee comfortingly when I finished recounting the events of the previous night.

"And now my rabbits are dead! That psycho killed them and used their blood to spell out 'I'm coming for you' on the ceiling above my head!" I said, shuddering at the mental images of my dead pets. "If he was brave enough to break into my house a second time that night after the cops left, who's to say he won't try again?"

"Well, whoever that boy is, he ain't getting to you unless he wants a bullet put between his eyes," my father said, watching me and Mom from the entrance to the room.

"Daddy! I want to have him arrested, not murdered!" I exclaimed, tossing my hands in the air.

"You don't want who murdered?" a new voice asked and I blushed.

"It's nothing, Warren. It was just a guy that gave me some problems last night is all," I replied, looking away from the ebony haired young man entering the room behind my father.

"Sounded like something to me, though," Warren said, folding his arms and leveling me with a pointed stare.

"I said it's nothing! Let it go!" I nearly shouted, annoyed.

Some hours later, I was able to escape Warren and my parents and get some space to myself in the backyard. I sighed, taking a seat on the rope swing suspended from a branch high in the tree. "This is crazy! First a break in, then having to deal with Warren...!" I sighed in irritation, pausing when I heard someone walking down the path to the front porch. I normally would've dismissed this had I not caught a glimpse of a sharply dressed man in a top hat.

"He's here!" I whispered and bolted inside to stop anyone who would answer the door. Racing through the house, I caught sight of my father going for the door and I shouted, "Daddy, don't-!"

It was too late. I heard the door open and the man on the other side asked, "How's Delilah doing?"

"Who the hell's- mmph!"

The sound of a short struggle reached my ears before something landed on the floor with a thud.

I paled.

He's in the house.

Turning away, I ran upstairs for my parent's bedroom and locked the door behind me startling my mother.

"Kaylee, what's gotten into you?" she asked but froze when I whispered, "That man is here! The guy that broke into my house! I think he killed Daddy!"

"What?! Did you call the police?" she asked, panic showing through in her voice when footsteps were heard downstairs. "Not yet, but I will," I replied, and grabbed the phone, punching 911 into the device but all I received was a dial tone.

"He cut the lines!" I whispered frantically, my heart almost stopping in my chest when the creaking of the stairs was heard, signaling the intruder was coming.

"Alice," the intruder called, "where are you, Alice? You can't hide forever."

"Who's Alice?" Mom whispered.

I shrugged. "The deranged pervert thinks my name is Alice. We have to hide before he finds us!" I answered, directing my mother to the closet and I crawled under the bed just before the door swung open, making me wonder how he could open the door if I locked it.

"Come, now, dearie. I don't want to fight you. Please come out and we can talk about this," he said, walking about the room, making me jump when he opened the closet and found Mom.

"Hello, there," he said with mock cheeriness, tossing the woman onto the bed. "Where is she?! Where is Alice?!" he shouted.

"I don't know who you're talking about!" Mom screamed, clearly fighting the man to get out from under him.

"Don't play dumbass with me!" he roared, "Where is your daughter?! Where is Alice?!" For a while, there was silence to allow my mother to speak, but she didn't. "Be that way, then!" he cried out, tossing the woman onto the floor and hit her head against the doorpost, effectively knocking her out.

I didn't dare breathe or move as the intruder knelt beside her and looked her over. From my point of view, I could only make out he is wearing a three piece suit and the lower half of his face. Then he turned to look at the bed. I wanted to scream, but I didn't make a sound as an evil smile tugged at his lips.

"Hello, Alice."

I gasped, grabbing for the bedpost when strong hands caught hold of my ankles and dragged me into the open. "Get your hands off me!" I shrieked, thrashing around in the man's hold as he quickly let go of my ankles in favor of wrapping his arms around my shoulders to keep me from hitting him in the face.

"Why must you struggle so? Why can't you allow me to take you?" he sighed, leaning in to whisper something unintelligible in my ear and I tensed at a prick in my neck before going limp in his arms.

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The man looked down at the now unconscious form in his arms and laid her upon the bed, admiring the young woman's small, delicate frame before tying her feet, hands, and mouth. She has changed since I last saw her, he thought, taking her in his arms and strode off downstairs and out of the house. Not that change is a bad thing, he considered, the small child he once knew became quite the attractive young woman and he knew for a fact that he wasn't going to let any man have her.

"Oh, Mark and Darryl are going to be jealous when they see her!" he said to himself, no denying the anticipation bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as he reached the conspicuously out of place Looking Glass propped up against the tree in the backyard.

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