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 and pointed to a spot on the front bedroom floor. And it was blood!"

An inarticulate cry burst from the rapt Pinkie, whose mouth was open even as wide as his eyes; Lonely returned to his narrative not unpleased with the interruption.

"Then she led me into another room, and pointed to a loose board in the floor. And I knew that meant for me to look underneath. So I yanked up the board. And there