Chapter Fourteen: "None of the group had said a word until they were safely behind the long glass counter. Teresa eased herself down to the carpet, wincing, groaning, the rush of their hurried escape catching up with her. Her husband crept around the rectangular area, opening drawers and cabinets, picking up staplers, rulers, ink pens, then tossing them back down, hunting for some sort of weapon. Marie slid down next to Teresa, put an arm around her. She didn’t know what to say, or even if she should, but whispered, 'we are going to be okay'.”
Remember, there are two types of people in this world.
The Haunters and the Haunted.
Which one are you?
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