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I’m not a pervert.”
    “That’s exactly what a pervert would say,” Tillie argued. “Perverts don’t walk up to you and say ‘I’m a pervert.’ That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “Well, I can honestly say she’s exactly the same,” Landon said. “Talk to her and figure out how to get us out of here.”
    I balked. “Why do I have to talk to her?”
    “She’s your great-aunt.”
    “Not now she’s not,” I argued.
    “What are you even talking about?” Tillie asked, narrowing her eyes. “Am I supposed to know you?”
    “Well … .” How could I possibly explain a situation I didn’t understand?
    “They’re strangers and they’re bad,” Willa announced. “We’re not supposed to talk to them. I’m telling.”
    “That seems to be your mantra,” Landon said.
    “Don’t talk to me!” Willa screeched. “You’re a stranger.”
    “And she’s exactly the same, too,” Landon muttered, sticking his finger in his ear to block Willa’s shrillness. “I guess you Winchester women come out fully formed, huh?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell them,” I admitted. “Anything we say will sound strange.”
    “Oh, do you think?”
    “No one needs your sarcasm,” I said. “That’s not going to help.”
    “Well, Bay, I’m fresh out of blind faith right now,” Landon said. “Sarcasm is all I have. You can’t take pot roast and sarcasm from me in the same night and expect me not to be bitter. It’s impossible.”
    I rolled my eyes, smirking when I saw Tillie doing the same thing.
    “He’s a pill,” Tillie said, shaking her head. “You’re awfully whiny for a pervert.”
    “I’ve just about had it with the pervert stuff,” Landon said. “I’d rather hear Willa shriek some more instead of you calling me that. Hey … where did Willa go?”
    I glanced to the spot where the blond tot of terror stood moments before and shook my head. “I don’t know. I … .”
    “Tillie!”
    Landon and I jolted at the voice, turning in unison and staring back at the house. No human could make that sound, could they? It sounded as if three women were screaming at once. That’s how it sounded when Mom, Marnie and Twila decided to screech at the same time. This couldn’t be good.
    “That’s Mama,” Ginger whispered, her eyes clouding. “She’s going to be really angry we talked to strangers. I have to go now.”
    “You baby,” Tillie called as she watched Ginger scamper around the side of the house. “Mama isn’t going to do anything to us. She’s going to do something to the perverts.”
    “Stop calling me that,” Landon said, wagging a finger in Tillie’s face. “I am not a pervert.”
    “Tillie!” The voice was getting closer.
    “Maybe we should run?” I suggested, fear coursing through me. I’d heard stories about my great-grandmother Caroline. None of them were good.
    “We can’t run,” Landon countered. “We finally found an adult. She needs to help us figure out what’s going on.”
    “But … .”
    “No,” Landon said, cutting me off. “Someone in this crazy house has to know how to get us out of here. If your great-grandmother is a witch, she might know what’s going on. She’ll be able to get us out of here.”
    Tillie snickered, the sound even more dastardly coming out of a small child instead of a cranky senior citizen. “Do you really think my mother is going to help perverts? If so, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
    “How many times do I have to tell you that we’re not perverts?” Landon asked.
    “Just until I believe you,” Tillie shot back, wrinkling her upturned nose. “Seriously, what’s up with your hair? Are you one of those guys who think he’s a girl?”
    “I can’t even talk to you,” Landon muttered, shaking his head and planting his hands on his hips.
    “Tillie Winchester! Don’t make me come out there and get you!” Fear coursed through me when I realized my great-grandmother was on the other