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Concerning chapter 6: There seems to be some confusion about that chapter, so here is the UL it is based on. I hope this helps:

When a little girl's cat had kittens they disappeared after a couple of days, she asked her mother what had happened to them and her mother said "God took them." Months later the cat again had a litter of kittens. Her mother sent her out to run some errands, but before she left she wanted to play with the kittens again. She heard her father coming carrying a bucket and hid from him. She watched while her father put the kittens in a sack and drowned them in the bucket. Later the girl again asked her mother what happened to the kittens. Her mother said, "God took them." Several days later the mother asked the girl to watch her brother in the bathtub while she answered the phone. The mother came into the bathroom after a few minutes and was shocked to see her son dead/drowned. The girl told her "God took him."

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It made our hair stand up in panic fear. - Sophocles

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; - Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

It was six-o-clock pm and Jean was nearing Bayville. The weekend spent at her parents' house had been nice and she had really enjoyed herself but it would be nice to be back at the institute. She found that she really missed the place. She had recently left one of the smaller towns surrounding Bayville and was currently driving down the highway. The little cottages with their white picket fences and flower gardens had been very picturesque. There were few cars on the highway and it would be dark soon.

As she hummed along to one of her favorite songs, she noticed an old woman walking down the highway. Jean considered passing her by but then remembered the car with the flat tires that she had seen a few minutes ago. She figured that the old woman was trying to get to a service station and pulled over.

She rolled down the window. "Do you need a ride, ma'am?" she asked politely.

"Oh, thank-you, miss," she said, getting in.

"Where to?" Jean asked.

The lady told her that her son lived in one of Bayville's suburbs and that she was on her way to visit him before her car broke down. While they drove, the old woman made small talk.

"That's a pretty necklace you have on, miss," she said.

"Thank-you," Jean answered. "It was a birthday present."

"And those are pretty rings too. You have a nice taste for jewelry, young lady."

"Thank-you. You have a nice purse by the way." It was only fit to return a compliment.

The old lady smiled broadly at her. It was an enormous leather purse with huge bronze-colored handles. Jean watched as she reached into her mammoth of a purse and pulled out a pack of gum. She took a piece for herself and offered Jean some.

Jean reached out to take a piece at that is when she noticed the woman's arm. Her hands were incredibly large for a woman's and the knuckles were badly scarred. The pink sleeves of her dress had slid down and revealed incredibly hair arms. Jean immediately regretted picking up the old woman. Thinking fast, she immediately swerved slightly and pulled over to the side of the road.

"I think I hit something," she said. "Do you mind taking a look?"

"Not at all," the woman said. Placing her massive purse on the passenger seat she got out and went to check out the back of the car.

Without a second thought Jean took off down the street. After she was sure she was a safe distance away from the "old woman" she began to relax. However, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. What if she really had been just a hairy old woman? There was no turning back now, though. The old lady was miles behind her now.

Jean glance at the purse sitting in the seat beside her. Maybe the lady had some ID on her. She could always turn the purse in to the city lost-and-found. Reaching over she opened the leather purse.

Inside, was a mass of jewelry, watcher, and wallets. Sitting on top of the treasure, right next to the pack of chewing gum, was a hunting knife, blood-stained from recent use.

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