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Emily ran upstairs. She took two steps at a time to get to the girls' bedroom. Maya's screaming got louder and louder as she ran down the hallway. Emily sprang inside the bedroom and looked inside the darkness. She quickly turned on the light. What she saw was Cassandra sitting up in bed and Maya screamed while holding the back of her head in her hands.

Emily was relieved to find that both girl were okay. "Sweetie what's wrong?" Emily asked as she gently put her hand on top of Maya's head.

Maya's glazed fawn-like eyes looked up at Emily. "I bumped my head," she innocently said. "it hurts," she added as more tears flowed down her eyes.

"You're going to be okay," Emily gently said to her, "let's go downstairs and get you an ice pack."

Maya nodded as she slowly got off the bed. "Can I come?' Cassandra asked.

Emily turned and looked at her. "Sure," she answered. Cassandra jumped out of the bed and followed them.

The three girls made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. Emily opened the freezer and pulled out a cold ice pack. She wrapped it in a towel and gently put it on Maya's head.

"Is it getting better?" Emily asked the small girl.

"Mm-hmm," Maya nodded as she held the ice pack behind her.

"Hey Emily can we have some ice cream?" Cassandra asked as she pointed to the freezer.

"Isn't it a little late?" Emily asked as she looked at the clock. It said nine thrity p.m.

"Nah," Cassandra answered as she shook her head. Her curly hair bouncing up and down, "sometimes we have ice cream at ten o'clock too."

Emily smiled at her. She was going to do whatever they wanted. She got the chocolate ice cream bucket out of the freezer. She got out the ice cream scooper from the drawers and two small cups from the cabinets. She scooped out two balls of ice cream and plopped then in each cup. She stuck two small spoons on the frozen treat and handed them to the girls.

Thanking Emily, the two sisters ran to the couches and sat there, eating their forzen treat. The telephone suddenly rang. Emily took it and put it in her ear. "Hello?" she answered.

"Watch the children," the same creepy voice answered her.

Emily turned her head and looked at the girls. They were fine. "I'm going to call the police if you don't stop calling me," she threatened.

"Watch the children," the caller said again as the line snapped shut.

Having had enough Emily punched the three number. 9-1-1. "911 what's your emergency?" a police said.

"Hi," Emily said as if she was talking to one of her friends, "I keep getting weird calls from some guy. Can you please trce it?"

"Where are you right now?" the police asked her.

"666 Rosewood," Emily answered.

"When he calls again, we'll let you know," he said.

"Thank you," Emily said as both lines shut.

"Who was that?" Maya asked.

"Just a friend of mine," Emily lied. She did not want to scare the girls.

"Then why did you say you were going to call the police?" Cassandra asked her.

At the same time, the telephone rang. "Hello?" Emily answered.

"Watch the children," the voice came from the other line. Emily shut the phone only for it to be rung again. "What?" she said.

"Miss," it was the police, "the call is coming from another phone in the room. You need to get out!"

Emily looked up to the stairs and saw a black hooded figure holding an ax. He was quickly descending the stairs. She barely heard Maya and Cassandra screaming.