Chapter Thirty-One
Celia felt her eyelids finally growing heavy. After the evening’s events, she felt sure that she would never be able to close her eyes in that house again, but the stress and strain of the day appeared to have other ideas.
The piercing scream they had heard while trying to tend to the priest had come from their elder daughter, Mitzi, who swore blind that she had seen a hooded figure emerge from behind the curtains in the living room while she was helping her younger sister with her craft project.
Seconds later, when William and Celia had burst into the room, they found their two daughters hugging each other as if their lives depended on it. It took the parents several minutes to calm the girls down, and extract an explanation for their reaction.
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