Lydia opened her eyes with drowsiness. She was sprawled on her bedroom floor unable to move. 'What happened?' Lydia thought wincing as she tried to get up. Sharp pains shot through her spine, draining her energy even more. She'd have to call for Delia. Opening her mouth, Lydia tried yelling for help…Nothing escaped her lips. Her throat was hoarse and she could feel the flesh peeling inside it like old wallpaper. 'What happened?" she thought again with agony.

His nails dug into her back, tearing through her shirt and skin. The harder she screamed the tighter he would grip one of his flaming hands around her mouth. There was no fighting him. He was stronger than her. Lydia gave in…

"I'm not going to kill you…Death is too merciful…" Harry growled pulling his fingers out; five deep slits ran down her backside. They seemed to have paralyzed her body which made Harry laugh crazily; the similarities between his and Betelgeuse's laugh were astonishing. "Until tomorrow…I have a whole bunch of games I want to play with you."

Lydia sobbed at the memory trying to ignore the electrical charges running down her back every time she tried to move. She would have to wait until someone found her… (But what if no one did? What if Harry found her helpless on the floor and decided to play some games with her)

'No!' her mind shrieked, 'Someone will find me…someone will…' Lydia moaned again and drifted back to sleep.

"Lydia! Honey, I made breakfast! Lydia? Please tell me you're not still in bed!" Charles Deetz, Lydia's father yelled through her bedroom door. He let out a sigh and rapped on the wood. "Lydia Deetz! Don't make me come in there!" Charles opened the door and let out a cry of horror. "DELIA! DELIA! CALL THE AMBULANCE! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO LYDIA! DELIA!" he rushed to his only child and scooped her up, only for her face to melt into a torturous frown. "It's going to be okay honey…it's going to be okay…" he sobbed into her hair.

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Harry smiled as Charles Deetz rushed down the stairs with his daughter unconscious in his arms. The wife screamed at the sight and rushed over to check a pulse. 'Mortals.' his mind snickered, his victory interrupted by a crackle of thunder and a bolt of lightning. Betelgeuse's face appeared in the electrical cloud that had just formed.

"Well? How did it go?" he questioned impatiently, "Is she cowering at her own shadow yet?"

"Not entirely. Betel, I was thinking to revisit her again tonight…you know to make sure she's a crackpot for sure." Harry answered hiding the cruelty in his voice.

"What did you do anyway? Replace her sheets with maggots? Fill her bathtub with fish heads? Come on! Give me the details!" Betelgeuse crackled sinisterly.

'Idiot. All you ever could think of was pulling pranks.' He thought keeping a smile on his face so Betelgeuse wouldn't catch on. "Oh, you know…covered her with dead animals while she slept and sprinkled fire ants in her hair…"

"Eh, amateurish but it's good enough for me." Betelgeuse admired, "Now that she is all paranoid, you can give her the scare of her life! But…don't kill the kid. It's more fun seeing them get locked up in an asylum then in a coffin."

"Very true. I'll keep that in mind…" Harry finished and the cloud disappeared with another bolt of lightning. "And they call you the Con-Man…Pathetic." Harry scoffed walking toward a wall of his apartment.

Newspaper articles covered the crusty wallpaper. "Madman murders 25 year old woman and disguises it as suicide." one of the bold headlines announced. "Two suicides are

being investigated as homicides." another printed. Harry laughed at the articles and focused his attention at the opposite wall. Five necklaces hung under their own picture; they all were lockets and had a letter engraved on the sterling silver. Except for one picture…