There, clutching his still quivering heart in her left hand and writing on the mirror in her own blood, was Steven's red haired wife. A blood covered knife lay at her feet, in an expanding pool of blood that was forming around her. From a long gash along one forearm, her spurting, crimson life force sprayed the reflective glass and with one last squeak of her blood covered finger moving across the mirror, Annabelle collapsed to the floor, her dead, unseeing eyes staring toward the red-stained words she had written.

Too shocked by the blood drenched scene in front of her to flee and yet unable to resist the sight before her, Elizabeth's tortured gaze traveled to the mirror and Annabelle's last words...

Elizabeth finally found her voice and began to scream hysterically. It was a long, high pitched cry of pain and terror, that went on and on until her throat was too raw to form any further sound, even though her mouth continued to shape that tormented scream.

Her neighbors found her a short time later, after breaking down the front door to investigate the spine chilling scream that had awakened them. Elizabeth stood in that blood soaked bedroom with her fists clenched tightly at her sides, a rigid, frozen statue; her widened, glazed over eyes fixed in permanent horror on the bloody mirror and her mouth still open, formed around a mind numbing, soundless scream.

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