Reyapickedupthepills,turheminherpalm,thenflickedthemasidewithouthesitation.Whatsheneededwasn''''tTylenol.Itwasfood—enoughtoanchorandtametheseethiearingthroughherveins.

        ThetakeoutwasKFC—ow,thedampbasementairturningthefriedskinsoggy,greasy,andfaintlyrancid.Still,somethingwasbetterthannothing.Shepinchedhernoseandwolfeditdown,evenswallowingchibones.

        Afterchuggiiresoda,sheletoutaloudbeldfloppedbatothemattress,staringbnklyattheceiling.

        Herthoughtsdriftedbacktobeforeshe''''dbckedout—Julian,thatfool.Hewasn''''tmuchtolookat,buthewasn''''tabadguy.Kindofcute,inapitifulway.Shesighed.Hisgenitalshadseemedperfectlyhealthy...whatawaste.

        Thesrattledassheshifted.Oheneersslidtothefloor,apageflippiheimageontheexposedpageimmediatelycaughthereye.

        Speakofthedevil.

        Julian''''sdistortedfacestaredbaagrainyblow-up,behaheadlinescreaminginblockletters:

        HAUNTEDHOUSEHORROR:QUASIMODO''''SMYSTERIOUSDEATH

        Reyaboltedupright,sgloudly.

        Thedoorcreakedopenalmostinstantly.Themaeppedin,hazmatsuitrustling.

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