"Let's go then." Alicia brought me in front of a Victorian-style house. It was already 10:30 on my wristwatch, and most people were probably asleep."Is this the house of the killer?" I asked.

"It wouldn't be if you didn't hear that," Alicia replied.

"Hear what?" I became confused.

"The girl, she's near."

"You sound creepy," I said. Then I stopped talking when I heard the voice of the girl. She was still speaking the same thing, asking for help. Her voice has gotten louder and louder until I ...