Dad says mom is sick.
She hasn't left their bedroom since the first week we had moved into this house.
Every time we go to visit her, the door is locked.
Dad says she isn't feeling well.
My brother thinks mom left.
Every time we press our ears to the door we don't hear anything.
Dad says mom is getting better.
It's been three weeks.
I think there's something wrong with the house.
I hear shackles dragging against the floorboards at night.
Last week my brother found claw scratches in the wallpaper at the end of the hall.
Dad says it was just the cat.
Last night I woke up from a screech.
We don't have a cat.
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