I had trusted Dorothy since childhood, so when a young stranger began visiting her every day, I tried not to interfere. But then she stopped answering calls, handed him a key, and vanished from view. The sound I heard beneath her house changed everything.
My name is Greta, and I am 30 years old. I live in a quiet neighborhood on the edge of town, where the streets become empty soon after sunset, and most people know the names of everyone within three houses of their own.
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