Steve's face drained of all color. "Wh-what in the hell are you doing? You're crazy." He lowered the gun in his trembling hand as his jaw hung open.

"She's dead, Steve, but not gone. How do you think I know so much? I was a baby back then, too young to possible remember what happened." She grinned, a wicked glean meant to put the fear of God into him. Looking him dead in the eye, she bellowed again. "Alexandraaaaaaaaa!"

The front door bashed open, the crack of ...