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They returned to their house after some shopping, lunch and then dinner. Everything at the house had all been cleaned up, so there was nothing to worry about anymore.
Outside, the sky was cloudy and it looked as though there was just about to be a storm.
Amy went up to the bathroom which had once been a crime scene. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself, then looked out the window. The sky seemed to be depressing her further. She sighed. It reminded her of something.
She began to daydream...
Amy woke up in bed and opened her eyes. The weather outside was cloudy and saddening. Her whole body ached all over. What had Mort done to her last night? She couldn't even remember. But there were bruises and cuts all over her body, so that must explain something. She managed to roll over. But Mort was not there next to her. Mort was not in the house at all. She cried.
The flashback faded...
It was about 7pm and it was starting to get dark outside. And just then, it started to storm. Thunder, lightening and rain filled the sky.
Suddenly, the power went out. Amy jumped in fear.
"Ted?" Amy called, as she tried to find her way out of the bathroom, "Ted?"
But there was no answer.
Amy could swear she just saw something move in the mirror.
"Ahh!" She screamed and turned around, but there was nothing behind her.
She ran out of the bathroom in the dark, trying hard not to bump into anything. She ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, "Ted?" She called. But there was still no answer.
Engulfed in fear, she picked up the phone and dialed 9-11. But the phone was dead.
"Shit!" she yelled and threw the phone to the floor.
She made her way blindly down the second flight of stairs and to the den, "Ted?" she called once more.
Someone grabbed her from behind.