AN: Hello everyone. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas.

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Ellie shook her head. "Are these children out of their minds?" She thought. They were telling her she 'had to' watch these films or else 'He'd make her' view them in her dreams. She already considered some Native American Dream Catcher to help her sleep at night to avoid those dreams. The dream catcher's nightmares and bad dreams would be caught in the web and the good dreams would just go right through the center. She knew how it would work.

She didn't see what the big deal about not watching the bad parts of the films. They were gruesome and stomach-churning. She was uncomfortable with these crazy children, too. Ellie craned her neck and walked over to the projector. She took off the film reel and placed it into the box. Second, she placed the projector into the box. She closed it and began to walk upstairs with the box.

What she didn't notice was the dark figure in the shadows, watching her.

As she walked through the house, she was beginning to think that turning the films to the police would be more problematic and there would be a ton of questions. She wondered who should she talk to. Who would know about these films? The previous owner perhaps. Maybe she could find out from the realtor who the house belonged to before she signed the papers to her ownership. Families moved when the houses became too small for their families.

She placed the films on the dining room table and sighed. She picked up her phone and dialed the realtor's number. "Hello. You've reached Rachel Norwood. Please leave your name and number and a quick brief message and I'll get back to you." Beep.

"Hello. This is Ellie Lewison at 555-2432. I have a question about the previous owner of the house I bought. Can you please call me back? Thank you." She hung up. Hopefully, the realtor would help her with her question.

She sat down at the table and went through her phone, connecting to the Internet through her data plan. She quickly did a search for strange murders and missing children. As she scrolled through the results, she found a number of articles regarding families being murdered and a missing child in each of them. As she read some of the articles, her heart started to hammer in her chest. The girl who had spoken to her was one of the missing children. She also wanted to cry for some odd reason. Then she found someone named Deputy So&So, Courtney Collins, and Dylan Collins. They were survivors of a horrific murder. Taking the time to look up the Deputy's number, she considered calling him. But then she chickened out.

What if he didn't help her? What if he refused? What if he thought she was crazy? She wasn't insane.

She dialed his number and was a little worried that someone wouldn't answer.

"Hello?" Someone did answer.

"Hello. My name's Ellie Lewison. Is this Deputy So&So?" She asked, thinking that he was still in the police force.

"Yes. This is he. How can I help you, Miss Lewison?"

"I just bought a house and I found a box of films in the basement."

Deputy So&So seemed to be silent on the other end. Then he finally asked, "Did you watch any of them?"

"I watched one last night and half of one this morning."

"Whatever you do, don't move." Deputy So&So said. "Where do you live?"

She hesitated.

"I can understand your hesitance." He reassured. "But rest assured, I'm not going to reveal your address to anyone. I'm an ex-deputy."

She slowly gave him her address. "I'll be there as soon as I can. We're not far from you."

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