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There, in the woods, behind a scraggly bush, it was a cave of sorts. Not too deep you thought, but didn't know for sure. It was dark in there. Kids said there was a guy camped out sometimes. Weirdo with habits. You'd never go near it at night, but even during the day when there was nobody around for sure, you might peek in, but cautiously, and with a stick in your hand, just in case. One time a rabbit hopped out and Jamie screamed so loud. Years go by. You're eight and ten and suddenly nineteen, and the weirdo must have moved on you thought, but didn't know for sure. There was litter there sometimes, bag of chips, old soda can. Somebody must have been there that's for sure. Jamie wouldn't go near it and not because of rabbits. No, it was the story Laura told, the one about cancer and how your hair falls out, and Jamie said she just knew it in her head that there was hair on the ground all around that place. She could hear it growing at night. Kept her awake. That and the screaming that would never stop. She's still in that place, is Jamie, now already twenty two. They have to keep her in a room all by herself. That cave, she says. He's in there, I just know it.
