Sunday, 2:07 pm Shaken, Scott and Linda stumbled out of the house and hurried down the walk. He strode toward the pick-up parked near the curb, and she was close behind, nearly running to keep up with Scott's determined pace. All the while, Linda kept eyeing the red sign in the home's front yard: Open House, This Sunday, 1-3. It had seemed so inviting when she saw it before. Now? Now it seemed to be laughing at her. They quickly climbed into the truck, both doors slamming in unison. A moment later, the engine screamed, and the wheels screeched with fury, kicking up dust and leaving long ribbons of black rubber on the street behind them as they sped away. Neither spoke. Finally, when the house was little more than a speck in their rearview, a shaky sigh escaped Linda's lips. It was all that was left of the scream she'd been biting back since they'd seen what was waiting inside the house at 51 South Taylor. Scott merged onto the freeway before turning to see if Linda was okay.
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