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Clarissa pushed her hair up and used a rubber to pack it in a ponytail. Then, she settled for a pink shirt and a white flannel shirt. It was alright now. Maybe, she should go outside or something.

She made a move to leave when she saw something like a kite flying up her window. A frown tugged at her lips. She and Archer were the only ones here, and he was out of the house, so who would be flying kites now? Was that spooky woman a part of it?

One, two, and three more kites were enough to gnaw at her insides. She ran down the stairs and into the sunny light. Outside, she could see no one, so she walked toward the back of the house.

And, there the spooky woman had her back turned to her as she flew the kite upwards. It had weird colors and designs which dissipated into nothing when it got to the sky.

“Who are you?” Clarissa called out.

The woman said nothing, as she walked towards the stone pathway. Clarissa swallowed hard and moved after her. No matter how fast she walked, she couldn’t