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Blanche sucked in a breath as the house began to shake. Annie hadn't answered her call, and she had no idea where she was. As a ghost, she could see pretty clearly in the dark, but this dark was different. It wasn't the dark of the night, it was the darkness of evil. The thing that had been after her and her sister for decades. She called out for Annie again, but she felt the evil around her so she ran through the wall and back into the room where the man was inhabiting. She couldn't sense the man there, but she knew he must have been hiding nearby. Even humans can sense the evil of the Darkness, although they could not see him.

Blanche heard a creak and then the walls started to shake. "No...no! Annie!" She yelled out, looking to the closet. She went through the door and against the inner wall of the closet, nearly shrieking when she saw the man crouched below her. The closet wouldn't hide either of them for long so she cursed before taking a deep breath and making herself visible. She knew how ghastly she would look, a fraying blue dress and rope marks on her neck, but she didn't care. She knew her sister would have wanted her to protect this man.

"C'mon, no time to explain," she said, before materializing enough to grab his arm and tug him out the closet. Suddenly she stopped and shrieked as she saw the darkness, tall and black as night in his striped suit and hat, standing there outside the closet. She felt utter terror from being in his presence. He reached out a hand and she shut her eyes, focusing on her sister. Sister...Annie...I can't...leave her...

Blanche cried out as she broke from the Darkness's spell and pulled the man away, sprinting down the hallway and down to the first floor bedroom, where she sensed her sister to be. "Annie," she cried as she sunk to the floor and put her head in her hands, knowing she wouldn't be able to forget her moments with evil.