If my Grandpa were still alive, he would have a lot of explaining to do.
I've recently met this girl Emma. She's one of the peculiar children. At our first encounter, she thought I was my Grandpa. She kept calling me "Abe" no matter how many times that I told her that it wasn't my name. I literally thought I was dreaming at first because I had absolutely no idea where the voice was coming from. And then, when I looked up from where I was in the basement of this horrid house, there were at least a dozen kids looking down at me from the hole in the floor on the first level of the house. I knew I had recognized them from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I thought maybe from some TV show or some crappy movie that Ricky had made me watch. But then it hit me.
They were the children from the pictures.
They were real, and Grandpa wasn't lying.
Or were they?
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