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Your imagination again.

That’s all!

First you think you see your long-vanished sister, now you think someone is playing sick mind games with you.

Just calm the hell down.

Yet her pace increased. Only two more blocks. She prayed Tate was still waiting for her.

Over the rapid beating of her heart, she thought she heard footsteps. Quiet, but steady, muffled by the snow but ever following.

She glanced over her shoulder.

Squinted through the snowfall.

Nothing.

“Get over it,” she muttered, still walking.

And then she heard it.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” in that same robotic voice.

Oh. Dear. God.

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