Chapter 24Johnstown, Pennsylvania, 1977Seconds after all the lights went out in the house, Cary heard Paisley's screams from downstairs. They were like the screams of a girl in a horror movie, loud and desperate and out of control, almost too shrill to be real.
Along with the screams, Cary heard thumping and bumping and crashing, the sounds of a struggle. Feeling his way through the bathroom, he flung open the door and stepped into the hallway.
From the kitchen, he heard the sound of glass shattering. A door slammed open--the basement door, he thought--and there was more scuffling before it slammed shut again.
Paisley's next screams were muffled but still inside the house. She'd been dragged into the basement.
"Oh my God," said Celeste. She and Baron had stepped out of the bedroom
