ANNABELLE'S POV

I was still sitting in the library thinking about my life since I moved to this town. The nightmares with that pitiful, frightening man who was so familiar, the way my mother and father looked at me - almost as if they were afraid of me - how they treated me differently from my brother and my sister. It all seemed to add up to something going on. Maybe my parents were hiding something, maybe…

No! I thought. It's my imagination, that's all. No dark shadows are lurking in corners for me, no boogeyman under my bed. There are no conspiracies, no secrets and lies, no hidden truth...