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The man had no idea what I was talking about. He bent down to my level, which startled me because of what Anthony did, and whispered,
 
"Honey, your mother and father…yourfather...your mother and father were killed last night. You and your sisters are fine, thankfully…thankfully....wait, you said you have a brother? We don't recall finding...finding anyone else except your sisters and your parents. Was he...was he kidnapped by chance?"
 
Knots built in my stomach. I don't know what the hell came over me but I stumbled off the stretcher, pushed cops out of the way, and ran to my father's room only to find both him and Miranda staring at me lifeless and naked. They must have been having sex before they were killed because my father was on top of her while semen was all over Miranda. Weird symbols were drawn on them both and they had needles in all of their orifices. Child Services dragged me away as I screamed and thrashed. As they took my sisters and me away from the house, I quickly glanced at the door. I found characters messily written on the front door in a language similar to to the one that was on the shrine.
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I am 20 years old now, and my sisters and I lost contact with each other after ending up in different foster homes. At 18, I moved out of Oregon because I couldn't take the memories. All I ever wanted when I was 8 was for our family to grow bigger.
 
Evil lives in this world with us, but you people can't let that destroy your families…selfishness…lust…cruelfamilies...selfishness...lust...cruel people…demonspeople...demons. You kids these days are too focused on yourselves, for once just try to focus on your family and your siblings! You could end up hearing them scream in agony every night…likenight...like I did. The screams are even louder for me because I learned what that Haitian Creole quote on the door meant.
 
"What brother?"
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