Three slow knocks.
\nAgain.
\nMy grandson stood beside me, clutching the little wooden box against his chest.
\nI stared at the front door.
\nEvery instinct in my body told me not to open it.
\n\u201cGrandma?\u201d Lucas whispered.
\nI reached for his hand.
\n\u201cGo to your bedroom.\u201d
\n\u201cBut who is it?\u201d
\n\u201cI don’t know.\u201d
\nThat was a lie.
\nI knew exactly who I was afraid of.
\nJustin.
\nOr someone working for him.
\nLucas didn’t move.
\n\u201cGrandma, you’re scaring me.\u201d
\nI crouched in front of him.
\n\u201cListen to me. Take the box with you. Lock your bedroom door. Don’t open it for anyone unless I tell you to.\u201d
\nHis eyes widened.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I need you to trust me.\u201d
\nHe nodded reluctantly.
\nHe disappeared down the hallway.
\nI waited until I heard his bedroom door close.
\nThen I turned toward the front door.
\nAnother knock.
\nThree times.
\nSlow.
\nPatient.
\nAlmost deliberate.
\n\u201cHelena.\u201d
\nThe voice came through the wood.
\nMy heart dropped.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It was Samuel.<\/p>\n
I nearly opened the door immediately.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n
At Samuel’s office, the person knocking had used the exact same pattern.<\/p>\n
Three knocks.<\/p>\n
Could someone have been imitating him?<\/p>\n
I didn’t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelena,\u201d the voice called again. \u201cIt’s Samuel. Open the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do I know it’s you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then the man outside answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
That wasn’t the answer I expected.<\/p>\n
The voice continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that’s exactly why you shouldn’t open the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the lock.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Justin knows where you live.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the edge of the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe followed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
The curtains were still closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how do I know you’re really Samuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then he said something only Samuel could have known.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Christopher’s letter began with the words, \u2018If Helena is reading this, then I failed to protect her.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
I hadn’t told anyone that.<\/p>\n
Not even Lucas.<\/p>\n
I unlocked the door.<\/p>\n
But I opened it only two inches.<\/p>\n
Samuel stood on the porch alone.<\/p>\n
His tie was loose.<\/p>\n
His gray hair was disheveled.<\/p>\n
He looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet inside,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
He stepped through.<\/p>\n
I locked the door behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere’s Justin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer frightened me more than anything.<\/p>\n
Samuel looked around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere’s Lucas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn his room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a long breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelena, I need you to understand something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe box your grandson found isn’t just a box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is the reason Christopher believed your family was still in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then he asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the lock isn’t protecting what’s inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what is it protecting?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel’s eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoever opens that box becomes the person responsible for what happens next.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn’t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt will.\u201d<\/p>\n
He walked toward the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
I followed.<\/p>\n
He sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelena, before we do anything else, I need to tell you what happened after you left my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJustin came inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn’t alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was with him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what I’m trying to figure out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it a man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn’t see his face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how do you know he wasn’t alone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I heard him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel’s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a chill travel down my spine.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked Justin, \u2018Did she take the photograph?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one of your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched my pocket.<\/p>\n
I still had it.<\/p>\n
Samuel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cJustin told him yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey argued.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Lucas.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know about him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelena\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Christopher specifically warned me not to tell Justin about Lucas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how could they know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
I felt the room spin.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n
The black sedan.<\/p>\n
The same car had been outside my house.<\/p>\n
Someone had been watching us.<\/p>\n
For how long?<\/p>\n
Days?<\/p>\n
Weeks?<\/p>\n
Years?<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Christopher ever mention anyone watching my daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he suspected someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ever mention a name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He finally answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Reed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered my daughter.<\/p>\n
Years ago.<\/p>\n
A young man standing outside our house.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
Kind eyes.<\/p>\n
Maria had introduced him as a friend.<\/p>\n
I had almost forgotten his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel opened his briefcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was an accountant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChristopher’s company.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began beating faster.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he involved with my daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were investigating the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJustin’s stolen money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where is Daniel now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe disappeared seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDisappeared?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree days before Maria died.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands became cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Justin killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Christopher believed he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he find Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how could he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel reached into his briefcase.<\/p>\n
He pulled out a photograph.<\/p>\n
He placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
It was Daniel.<\/p>\n
Standing outside the mansion.<\/p>\n
But the date printed on the photograph was impossible.<\/p>\n
Seven years after he had supposedly disappeared.<\/p>\n
I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was this taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat’s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question Christopher spent the final months of his life trying to answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
Daniel was standing near the mansion’s side entrance.<\/p>\n
But there was something else.<\/p>\n
A child was visible through the window behind him.<\/p>\n
A boy.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Maybe eleven years old.<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
There was handwriting on the back.<\/p>\n
My eyes moved across the words.<\/p>\n
I nearly dropped it.<\/p>\n
HELEN\u0410, DON’T TRUST THE BOY’S FATHER.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n \u201cDaniel was Lucas’s father.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel didn’t respond.<\/p>\n I stood so quickly my chair scraped the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cYou said he was an accountant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou said he disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou said he was involved with Maria.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why didn’t anyone tell me he was Lucas’s father?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel’s face became heavy.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause Maria asked Christopher to keep it secret.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause she was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf Justin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cMy daughter was afraid of Justin before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cBut there was something else.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe was afraid of Daniel too.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat can’t be true.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe left Christopher a message.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat message?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel reached into his briefcase again.<\/p>\n This time he removed a small audio recorder.<\/p>\n He placed it on the table.<\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour daughter’s voice.\u201d<\/p>\n My knees weakened.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have a recording of Maria?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFrom when?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe night before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n My entire body went numb.<\/p>\n Samuel pressed the button.<\/p>\n Static filled the room.<\/p>\n Then I heard her.<\/p>\n My daughter.<\/p>\n Her voice was shaky.<\/p>\n Terrified.<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Christopher… if you’re hearing this, then something has happened.\u201d<\/p>\n I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n Tears filled my eyes.<\/p>\n The recording continued.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know who I can trust anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n Then Maria whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cJustin knows about the money.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart pounded.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Daniel knows about Justin.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording crackled.<\/p>\n \u201cIf Daniel comes to you, don’t let him near Lucas.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n He watched me carefully.<\/p>\n Maria continued:<\/p>\n \u201cPlease protect my son.\u201d<\/p>\n I started crying.<\/p>\n \u201cMy son.\u201d<\/p>\n Her voice broke.<\/p>\n Then came the words that changed everything.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause Lucas isn’t safe with anyone who knows the truth about his father.\u201d<\/p>\n The recording stopped.<\/p>\n Silence filled the kitchen.<\/p>\n I couldn’t move.<\/p>\n Samuel switched it off.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did she mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why did she say Lucas wasn’t safe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause she believed someone was hunting Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n I wiped my face.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJustin?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked toward Lucas’s bedroom.<\/p>\n Then I heard something.<\/p>\n A floorboard creaked.<\/p>\n I turned.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas?\u201d<\/p>\n No answer.<\/p>\n I walked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas?\u201d<\/p>\n Still nothing.<\/p>\n I opened his bedroom door.<\/p>\n The room was empty.<\/p>\n The window was open.<\/p>\n The curtains were moving in the cold night air.<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas!\u201d<\/p>\n I ran to the window.<\/p>\n Outside, the backyard was empty.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas!\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel rushed into the room.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe’s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel looked around.<\/p>\n Then he noticed something on the bed.<\/p>\n A piece of paper.<\/p>\n He picked it up.<\/p>\n My name was written across it.<\/p>\n Helena.<\/p>\n My hands shook as I took it.<\/p>\n There were only four words.<\/p>\n He came for his son.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel’s face had gone pale.<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n But then we heard a sound.<\/p>\n From downstairs.<\/p>\n The front door opening.<\/p>\n Samuel grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n \u201cStay here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHelena\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s my grandson.\u201d<\/p>\n We rushed down the stairs.<\/p>\n The front door was open.<\/p>\n Cold air filled the hallway.<\/p>\n I ran outside.<\/p>\n \u201cLucas!\u201d<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Then I saw something beneath the streetlamp.<\/p>\n The black sedan.<\/p>\n It was parked across the street.<\/p>\n The driver’s door was open.<\/p>\n And someone was standing beside it.<\/p>\n A tall man.<\/p>\n He looked toward me.<\/p>\n Even from that distance, I knew his face.<\/p>\n I had seen him before.<\/p>\n Seven years earlier.<\/p>\n At my daughter’s funeral.<\/p>\n Daniel Reed.<\/p>\n He raised one hand.<\/p>\n Then he disappeared into the darkness.<\/p>\n I stood frozen.<\/p>\n Samuel whispered behind me:<\/p>\n \u201cHelena\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n I turned.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed toward the road.<\/p>\n There was a second car.<\/p>\n Parked behind the sedan.<\/p>\n A police vehicle.<\/p>\n Its lights were off.<\/p>\n And someone was sitting inside.<\/p>\n Watching us.<\/p>\n Then the police car started its engine.<\/p>\n It drove away.<\/p>\n Samuel stared after it.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s not good.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I recognize that car.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhose is it?\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cDetective Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe detective who investigated Maria’s accident.\u201d<\/p>\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n \u201cThe detective who said it was an accident?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked down the street where Daniel had disappeared.<\/p>\n For seven years, I had believed my daughter’s story ended on a wet road with twisted metal and flashing police lights.<\/p>\n Now I realized something terrifying.<\/p>\n Maybe that night had never been the ending.<\/p>\n Maybe it had only been the beginning.<\/p>\n And somewhere in the darkness, my grandson was with a man everyone believed had vanished seven years ago.<\/p>\n A man my daughter had warned us about.<\/p>\n A man who might have been Lucas’s father.<\/p>\n Or a man who had been pretending to be.<\/p>\n I turned to Samuel.<\/p>\n \u201cWe have to find him.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cWe will.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut first\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n I looked back at my house.<\/p>\n The front door was still open.<\/p>\n The black box was gone.<\/p>\n Someone had taken it.<\/p>\n And suddenly I understood why.<\/p>\n The box wasn’t meant to protect the secret.<\/p>\n It was meant to lead us to it.<\/p>\n And whoever had taken Lucas had just taken the only person who knew where the next clue was hidden.<\/p>\n I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere do we go?\u201d<\/p>\n He pulled the old photograph of the mansion from his pocket.<\/p>\n He pointed to a small mark near the bottom corner.<\/p>\n \u201cBack to the mansion.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart sank.<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t go there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, you can.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJustin owns it now.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n He turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n There was another sentence written on the back.<\/p>\n The mansion was never Justin’s.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the words.<\/p>\n Samuel looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cHelena, your eighteen years inside that house weren’t an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n I swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n He pointed toward the photograph.<\/p>\n \u201cChristopher wasn’t protecting the mansion from Justin.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was protecting something inside the mansion from everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n My phone suddenly vibrated.<\/p>\n Unknown number.<\/p>\n A text appeared.<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n There was a photograph.<\/p>\n Lucas was sitting in a chair.<\/p>\n Alive.<\/p>\n Terrified.<\/p>\n And standing behind him was Daniel.<\/p>\n Underneath the photograph were six words:<\/p>\n COME ALONE, OR HE DISAPPEARS FOREVER.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Samuel.<\/p>\n He read the message.<\/p>\n Then he looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cWe have one hour.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cOne hour until what?\u201d<\/p>\n I showed him the message again.<\/p>\n At the bottom of the photograph, barely visible in the shadows, was a clock.<\/p>\n The hands pointed to midnight.<\/p>\n Samuel stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s not a threat.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA meeting time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWith whom?\u201d<\/p>\n Samuel’s expression changed.<\/p>\n He whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cWhoever has been controlling this entire story.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked toward the mansion in the distance.<\/p>\n For eighteen years, I had cleaned every room.<\/p>\n Every hallway.<\/p>\n Every staircase.<\/p>\n Every locked door.<\/p>\n But there was one place I had never been allowed to enter.<\/p>\n The old east wing.<\/p>\n Christopher had always told me it was unsafe.<\/p>\n I had never questioned him.<\/p>\n Now I understood why.<\/p>\n The east wing wasn’t empty.<\/p>\n It was where he had hidden the truth.<\/p>\n And tonight, I was finally going inside.<\/p>\n Because my grandson was waiting there.<\/p>\n And whoever had taken him had made one terrible mistake.<\/p>\n They had forgotten something.<\/p>\n They had forgotten that a grandmother who has already lost her daughter has nothing left to fear.<\/p>\n I picked up my coat.<\/p>\n Samuel grabbed his keys.<\/p>\n Together, we walked toward the car.<\/p>\n Behind us, the house stood dark and silent.<\/p>\n But before I closed the door, I looked back one last time.<\/p>\n For just a second, I thought I saw a shadow moving behind Lucas’s bedroom window.<\/p>\n Then it disappeared.<\/p>\n And I realized something even more frightening.<\/p>\n We weren’t the only ones going to the mansion tonight.<\/p>\n Someone was already waiting for us…<\/p>\n PART 3 \u2014 THE DOOR THAT SHOULD NEVER HAVE OPENED Three slow knocks. Again. My grandson stood beside me, clutching the little wooden box against his chest. 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