Rachel smirked, ripping the knife out mercilessly. She stabbed Louis again and again; here through his shoulder...there through the neck...as he screamed and convulsed violently. When she finally stopped to admire her work, her husband lay coughing and bleeding on the kitchen floor.

"W...Why...?" The doctor asked, his voice hoarse and strained. He weakly tried to stand back up, only to scream in pain as Rachel's once remaining shoe crushed down on his leg. She laughed.

"You let me die, Louis. You let Gage die. You let Zelda have the both of us!" As she said this she dug in her pointed heel, making Louis scream in pain.

"No!"

Rachel laughed, leaning down and running a hand through his bloody, matted hair. "Don't worry, Darling. I won't send you to meet her right away; although, she is very anxious to meet you. I'll make sure to take things nice and slow..."

Louis's scream split the night once more, but it was drowned out completely as another large truck drove past the old house and sped onward to the highway...

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Stepping away from the mangled body on the floor, Rachel walked casually over to the sink and ran the bloodied blade under the water. She whistled a little as she cleaned it, then taking a moment to glance at the old clock. It read 3:25 A.M.

Putting the blade in the sink, Rachel made her way to the bathroom. The house was now completely silent, reeking somewhat of the stench of blood and soil. This might draw unwanted attention; the police had been by briefly to ask about the fire that had consumed Jud Crandall's house, and they were sure to be back the next day. Well, she would have to be scarce by that time...

Rachel removed the dirt-covered clothes and stockings before stepping into the shower, turning the water on to scalding hot. And as she washed off, she thought about what to do next.

The Creeds were history; a fair price for toying with the power of the Micmac grounds. The foolish old man, who'd shown them the grounds in the first place, and then tried to stop the course of fate he had set in motion, was now dead as well. Nothing was left in the wake of chaos...

"Nothing..." She smiled, running her hands through her hair as she washed it. "There's one last thing we need take care of..."

But first she would need to patch up her eye and hide the scars. Wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious...

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Irwin Goldman rushed down the hall that same night, right to the room where his grandchild slept when she came to visit. But Ellie rarely slept these days, as she always awoke screaming and crying from nightmares. It was one of these screams that he'd heard again, but this one was more shrill and terrifying, almost blood-curdling. It sounded like she was dying...

"NO! MOMMY!"

When he reached the room, he found his wife holding Ellie close, trying to calm her. But Ellie continued to thrash and scream, and her eyes were blank, as though she couldn't see anyone else in the room.

"Is it the nightmares again?"

Dory looked almost hysterical herself. "I don't know! This is the worst it's ever been!"

Irwin ran a hand through his thinning hair, deeply concerned. "Maybe we should take her to see a doctor. I haven't been able to get through to Rachel since she left, and that good for nothing husband of hers won't put her on the phone..." Why hadn't Rachel called? She knew her daughter had been in hysterics when she left!

Ellie shrieked again. "MOMMY!"

Dory pulled her closer, rocking her a little. "It's alright, sweetheart. Your mother will be back soon-"

"MOMMY'S COMING BACK FOR ME! DON'T LET HER GET ME! NO!"