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forever.”
    “Help me.”
    I shut the door behind me. For reasons I
can’t explain, I was terrified, yet somehow I was thinking clearly.
I tried to think about what could possibly be happening. Ghosts
fighting each other?
    “I, uh, I’d like to talk to the lady,
please.”
    She didn’t respond. There was only that evil
laugh. Softly, at first, then louder.
    A blood curdling scream cut off the laugh. It
was a woman’s scream coming from upstairs. A man cut her off,
shouting at the top of his lungs.
    “I told you, bitch! You belong to me! You
fucking understand me? You don’t leave this house unless I tell you
to!”
    “I’m sorry, Richard! I’m so sorry!”
    I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. As
the top of the stairs drew closer I realized I was an idiot for
even being there. A quick picture of Tammy on the floor flashed
through my mind. Whatever was in her house attacked her, and here I
was trying to find it.
    “Hello?” I called out.
    Another scream. It came from the end of the
closed bedroom at the end of the hall.
    I passed a bathroom and Tammy’s room on the
way down the hall. I recklessly threw the door open. I didn’t
expect to see anything. I thought in the back of my mind I’d see an
empty master bedroom, that way I could question my sanity for a
while. But I was wrong.
    In the corner next to the bed was a woman.
She cowered with her legs curled up to her chest and her arms
trying to shield her face. Standing over her was a large man with
his back to me. He held a long belt in his right hand.
    “Please, Richard! This isn’t you!”
    “Oh it’s me, you bitch.”
    He swung as hard as he could. The woman
managed to get her arm up, but the belt still struck her face. She
cried out in pain. I was so stunned I couldn’t move. I just stood
there with my mouth open. It wasn’t until the man brought his arm
back for another swing that I managed to reach out and grab the
belt. He felt the resistance on his arm and spun around.
    The man’s face was twisted in an expression
I’d never seen before. Rage mixed with hatred. His lips almost
curled into a snarl. He focused his gaze on me.
    “What the fuck are you doing in my house?!
This is my house!”
    I backed up a step and bumped into the door
frame. He took a step toward me with his arm in the air.
    Then he vanished.
    It wasn’t a poof-vanish thing. It actually
took a second or two. He just slowly faded away. I didn’t realize I
covered up with my arms to protect myself.
    The woman looked up at me from the
corner.
    “How did you do that?”
    It took me a moment to answer. “Uh, do
what?”
    She shook her head and quickly climbed to her
feet. She was still terrified. She looked around, as if the guy
could come back at any second.
    “You have to get out of here,” she said. She
grabbed me by the shoulders. I was surprised that I could actually
feel her hands. “The demon has him now. And it’s getting stronger.
I’ve tried telling them, but they can’t hear me. I shouldn't have
asked for your help.”
    “Whoa, wait. Who? Demon? What’s going
on?”
    Sadness crept over her face. “Richard. My
husband. Please believe me when I say he was good. But not now. You
have to go. Please-”
    She didn’t get to finish. She vanished like
Richard did. Suddenly I only saw the master bedroom. There was
nothing out of the ordinary about it. Pictures of Tammy and her
parents were on a large dresser. A clothes hamper was near the
closet. Some nice white curtains decorated the windows. The only
thing unusual was that I just got done talking to a ghost.
    Then there was that creepy voice.
    “You can’t have her. She’s mine.”
    A loud scream came from downstairs.
    I turned and ran. It only took me a few
seconds to move across the hallway and down the stairs. I grabbed a
hold of the railing and stopped dead in my tracks when my eyes fell
on the living room.
    There was blood everywhere. On the carpet,
the walls, the couch, everywhere. Near the dining