Ophelia refused to give in to the torment. She sat in her bed, gun at the ready, and waited for the quiet but maniacal laughter to stop. It was haunting and she couldn’t help the feeling of dread that spread through her body when the voice began to speak.

A raspy whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, worked its way into her room, grating at her ears. “Ta-ko-da, hm? Good to know. You’ve been such help, Ophelia.”

If she had been scared when Kevin said her ...