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They had all run to the garage in a panic and her mind was spinning in a million directions. Becky liked being around Joe. Even in this madness, he had a calming effect on her. She had stood silently as the ugly man told his story. With sudden clarity, and a sense of purpose she took out her phone and googled Lady Crutchfield. Scrolling through the feed she came upon a headline. ### Brutal rape at the Crutchfield mansion ends in murder ###. The news story spoke of a young woman, Jane Colinder who had been raped and murdered by a patron of the brothel. She googled Jane Colinder and after a few clicks discovered that she had been buried in the cemetery across from the mansion.

“We need to leave right now.” Joe, Kyle, and Ann bewilderedly turned toward her but no one spoke. They knew that Becky was not usually a take charge type of person. Her new found behavior was confusing, but her tone had forced them to comply. “I know what we need to do. Kyle, grab that shovel. Joe, see if there is gas in that gas can. Ann tell me you didn’t really quit smoking and you have a lighter?”
“Yes, I have a lighter. What do you mean, you know what to do?” Joe picked up the can and shook it. “There is gas in the can Becky.” Becky had a plan. She was going to find where they buried Jane Colinder, Dig up the grave, and set it on fire. Becky had watched enough episodes of Supernatural. She loved that beautiful man Sam Winchester. She was going to kill the spirit that possessed Lady Crutchfield. That’s exactly what Sam would have done.

“Just come with me. I’ll tell you the plan when we get there. We just need to find a way out of here. The ugly man pointed to the back door and they ran into the darkness.