the edge of the twin mattress and standing up to his full height. He loomed over the room, casting a long, skeletal shadow across the pink polka-dot wallpaper.
“You don’t understand what’s happening here, Carrie,” he murmured, taking a slow step toward the door where I stood blocking his exit. “She knows things. She’s connected to the house. Every time she sleepwalks, she walks right to the exact spot where Sarah used to play. She’s trying to tell us something. I’m just helping her remember.”
“You are terrorizing a seven-year-old child,” I hissed, my hand sliding into the pocket of my robe, gripping my heavy smartphone like a brick. “You lied to me about who you are. You lied about why you’re here. You’re done, Evan. You’re packing your bags right now, or I swear to God, I will call the police and tell them everything the camera
