Chapter 25

The wheelchair bound old grey-haired woman with the same scar on her face that I had on my hand, never acknowledged any of my questions or pleas to help her.  Todd was in his own God like trance flying around the main room’s ceiling.  I was left with no other option than to investigate the scurrying sound from the final upstairs bedroom.  Whatever it was, it sounded like it had moved a large dresser and toppled it over onto the floor and then hustled off to avoid lessening the sound of the frightening crash.

The old woman did not flinch one bit when the crash occurred, and I still was not sure if she could hear or if she were completely deaf.  I did notice, however, that when the terribly large sound occurred, her pupils dilated as wide as a cat that was about to pounce on an unsuspecting bird searching for earthworms at the surface of

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