Looking up to the roof, she saw that the northern side all but collapsed. Vines covered the southern side and were growing in and out of the cracks in the crumbling clapboard. The front door was closed, but the screen door, held askew by only the upper hinge, opened and closed with the wind, making a swoosh and a bang as it careened back and forth. Stepping closer for a better look, she stopped. Sarah began to cry and was pulling on her jacket. “Mommy, let’s go.” Letting go of her mother, Sarah ran away. Taking one last look at the house, Katie whispered, “Where in the hell are you, John? I’m losing my mind. I need you.” Tears falling as she ran after Sarah, Katie picked up the pace, knowing she was running away from more than an eerie old farmhouse and a strange woman. If only she knew what she was running into.