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Chapter Twenty-Four:
Three and a half years prior, Minot Maine
| Hollis |
“Are you sure about this place?” Twenty six year old Hollis heard her newest co-worker, Vivian , ask nervously just as they were pulling up to a shady looking three story home located in a heavily wooded area an hour away from where either girl lived. Everything, even the worn down shutters, were painted with the same shade of asphaltum black. At 9 P.M, not much was happening outside aside from the occasional bird flying aimlessly around squawking the obnoxious song of it's 'people'.
Hollis re-read the address scrawled out on a yellow sticky note Billy gave her a few days ago, before allowing her apprehensive grey eyes to rake over the house one more time. "Yeah. I know it's not great, but don't let it spook you too bad; I've been in worse areas. Besides, you're in my company and I won't let anything happen to you." Turning to the cute blonde sh
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