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After Piper had driven away in her car, Emily decided to go inside and eat some lunch. She went into the kitchen but Ms. Morgan was not in there. Emily was relieved because she didn't like her. From the moment Emily's father hired her, Emily sensed something strange about that woman. She knew Ms. Morgan did not like her and she was very mean to her when her father wasn't there. And ever since her mother died, Ms. Morgan had been demanding Emily to give her some sort of information about something Emily had no idea about.

Emily peered out the kitchen to see if she was coming. No one was in sight. So, with a smile she sat at her counter and started to make herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was quite content until Ms. Morgan came up behind her. She put her hands on the child's shoulders and said, "Emily eh...dearest, did you talk to that woman before?" Emily's body tensed up as she shook her head. "You didn't tell her anything did you?" Emily shook her head rapidly. "Good." Ms. Morgan's grip tightened on Emily's shoulders as she said, "Now we are going to try this one more time and if you don't comply..." Emily's eyes widened and she gasped as Ms. Morgan spun Emily's chair around so that she was face to face with her. "...you will never see that woman or anyone ever again!" Emily had a look of terror written on her face. "We've been through this a hundred times you little brat, now tell me where the power lies!" she said as she grabbed her arm. "Where is the celtic moon?"

"I - I - I don't know," Emily sniffled, "Please let go."
"Not until you tell me! I know you know you little brat." Emily was propelled off the seat as Ms. Morgan still had a hold of her arm. Rapidly they walked towards Emily's room. Ms. Morgan shoved her in her room. "You won't come out of here until you tell me. And you can forget about lunch and dinner! If you think last night was bad, ohhhhh, just you wait little girl. You WILL tell me!"

Emily's eyes welted up with tears as she ran to her bed and hid her face in her pillow. Her dad wouldn't be back for a month, her mom was gone, and she is trapped with mean Ms. Morgan. She didn't want to get hurt like last night, but she didn't know what Ms. Morgan was talking about. She just wanted to get out of there.

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Later that night, back at the Manor, the three sisters are standing in the kitchen. Prue is reading some of her work files, Piper is cooking dinner and Phoebe is sitting there with her hands on her chin while talking to Piper.

"So, Piper did you ever return that letter to our neighbors?" asked Phoebe.

"Phoebes, didn't you say you wanted to deliver it?" Prue's head popped up as a smile formed on her face as she listened to the two.

"Oh right. Haha. Oops." Piper turned and gave a look at Phoebe. Prue shook her head back and forth. Phoebe shrugged her shoulders and smiled innocently. "How was your day today guys?"

"Not bad, same old, same old," said Prue.

"You know actually pretty interesting," said Piper. "I met the new neighbors and it turns out they have an adorable 8 year old little girl named Emily. I met her today along with her very rude babysitter. It turns out the poor girl's mother died a month ago and her father is gone for business this month. Ugh Phoebes, you should have seen that sweetheart's face. The whole time I was shopping I kept seeing those innocent eyes with so much pain. She seemed a bit shy so I was hoping maybe meeting you two would help her know that she has 3 people nearby if she ever needs to talk or something."
"Oh that would be so nice!" said Phoebe with a loving look on her face.

"Whenever you want us. I love being introduced to new neighbors. If it makes the little girl's life a little more bearable to know we're here, I say go for it!" Prue said with a smile.

"Great! We can do it tomorrow when we return their letter. Anyone up for chicken? Smells great if I do say so myself." Said Piper.

"Bring it on!" said Prue.
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It was getting dark and Emily was still trapped in her room. Luckily, her room was on the first floor and kind of isolated from the main part of the house. She sat up and glanced at the window. She thought to herself, "why am I so stupid?" Then she made her way to the window and glanced across the street at the Manor. Some of the rooms in the house were lit. A smile grew on her face. She glanced back at her door cautiously and then back at the window. She knew what she had to do.

She stuffed her pillows under her covers and put on her sneakers. Then very quietly she opened the window. There was a screen in front of it. "Oh no!" she whispered to herself. When she was almost losing hope, she noticed the latch on the side to remove it. She flipped it open and the screen popped open making a clicking sound. She gasped and looked back at the door. She started to pop it off completely as she stuck her head out the window. Then she started to maneuver her body to get through when she heard faintly in the distance, "Emily dearest, you better be ready! This time you will tell me!" Emily gasped as she started to panic. She wiggled her body frantically to get out the window. And plopped to the grass. She glanced back and gasped as she saw the bedroom doorknob go back and forth. "Darn it you little brat, the key is in the kitchen. Don't get to happy, it will only delay the obvious!" Emily gasped then turned back towards the Manor and ran