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  1. DEDICATION
  2. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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Outside, beneath the low clatter of the rain, he heard the unmistakable sound of a purring car engine. He ran to the back door, checking to make sure it was closed and locked, then locked the front door. He moved next to the window, peeking out. Through the blurred drizzle outside the glass, he could see an indistinct form standing near the end of the drive by the road. A figure with a blue uniform, white face, and red hair.

Come out and play.

He backed quickly away from the window, closing the drapes. The second the curtains closed, he knew that it had been a stupid thing to do. Now he was trapped in here, helpless, blinded, unable to see what was going on outside. He almost opened the drapes again, but immediately dropped the cord. What if the mailman had sneaked up onto the porch and was standing right in front of the window waiting for him, grinning at him? What would he do? What could he do? He had seen the mailman move in the direction of the house the second before the curtains closed. Or had he? He couldn’t remember.

His eyes darted toward the back of the house, toward his parents’ bedroom. The drapes there were open, but the windows faced the forest. He would not be able to see anything other than trees.

And the mailman, if he sneaked around from that direction.

Billy ran upstairs. There was no door on the loft stairs, they simply came up through the floor, but his baseball bat was there and he could use that to protect himself if he had to. He picked up the bat and searched for something he could drop on the mailman’s head if it came to that. He found several heavy old toys that he hadn’t touched in years, and brought them with him to the bed. He gripped the bat tightly, waiting, ready to swing, listening for the sound of anything unfamiliar within the house.

But the only sound was the constant rain and he heard nothing else until his parents pulled into the drive an hour later.

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Doug walked out to the mailbox. It had been quite a while since he’d actually looked at the mail, and he was more than a little curious to see what sort of letter the mailman was sending these days. For the past week or so, he had gotten up before Trish or Billy awoke and had dumped the mail directly into the outside garbage cans, making sure he buried them deep under the kitchen sacks and bathroom trash so they wouldn’t be accidentally taken out of the can by a hungry dog or rambunctious skunk or raccoon.