Forty
MARTHA’S POV Things just got worse, the whistling man is appearing to us during the day time. “Martha, we need to do something” I said to her but she seemed lost in thought as she was trying to remember something. “Martha, Martha” I snapped my hand in her face and she flinched, “this is not the time to go to wonderland, we need to figure something out” I paced around “No, that song that he’s whistling I’ve heard it before. I heard it today” she said as she turned to me, “where? When?” I asked curiously “earlier today, the house I went to investigate. Mrs. Hench” she yelled as she remembered and the nurses turned their attention to us and we ran outside “we’re still taking the car right?” I asked as I stepped away lightly, “what other choice do we have?” she said and got in the ca
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