Prologue

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Driving home late one night, Charlotte Brown was desperately trying to get a hold of her husband Lucas. “Why won't he answer the damn phone?” she asked herself, driving down their street. As she pulled in the driveway, she noticed no lights were on. She didn’t think anything of it, other than maybe he already put the kids to bed, and went to bed himself. Then she realized the door was open. “What the hell?” she confusedly asked. As she walked inside, she felt a cold breeze, and the silence inside the house. “Lucas?” she called, no response. She walked into the kitchen to find a bouquet of red roses. “Huh? No card on it.”  

    All of a sudden she heard a scream.

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