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The Banshee of 57 Elmore Lane
Sometimes making sure people know they are seen is enough to dispel a lot of pain.
“We’ll be back early,” Alexa and Jesse’s mother said to them. “Don’t open the windows or answer the door. Are you sure you’ll be alright alone?”
“Mom, we’re not babies,” said Alexa, who was 12.
“Yeah, I’m a teenager and Alexa almost is,” said Jesse, who was 13.
“I know. It’s just with the . . . “ their mother’s voice faded out.
“You don’t believe in that nonsense, do you? It’s just someone trying to scare people,” Jesse said.
“Come on, Alice. We’re going to be late,” the children’s father said.
“Maybe we should cancel, Peter. . . “.
“They’ll be fine. It hasn’t shown up on Elmore Lane at all.”
“Yet.” Alice said this under her breath.
“Lock the door behind us,” Peter said.
“You can call us anytime if you get scared. Both our phones will be on . . . “
“Alice, let’s go.”
“Are we doing the right thing? Not telling them how real this is?” Alice asked.
“No use scaring them any more than they already are,” Peter said.
