Finally, about a week after everything was over, the Torres' left their new house for their old one. Overjoyed that Adam no longer had to suffer. At least not much anyway. He still thinks about it here or there…and hasn't been sleeping too good at night but in the meantime, they were sure he was happy knowing that nothing could get a hold of him. Not any more. Not ever.
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The family moved furniture around and unpacked boxes.
"C'mon just a few more to go!" A few workers and the father were still unloading the moving van as the mother began setting everything up.
The young girl, skipped around her new room with her doll in hand. She span around, jumped around on her new bed a little, even tired out the piano downstairs. Then she decided to see what her closet was like. She opened it up, and it was empty. Except for the interesting other door inside. She set her doll down and reached up for the knob.
She turned it, and pulled it open.
"Hello?" She bent down grabbing her doll before looking up again.
"Do you want to play with me?"
The girl nodded, and smiled.
The End