She enters the hidden room. The moaning she heard before suddenly stops. She blinks rapidly as her eyes adjust to the dim light. And then she sees her. It is her mother. She has turned to face her, a small doll in her hands. Melinda notices a box open behind the ghostly figure on a small table. She resists the urge to scream and reaches for Wayne's hand. She finds it and he squeezes her hand gently. Her eyes are fixed on the woman.
     "Who are you?" she whispers. "And what are you doing in my house?"
     The woman steps forward; her eyes are suddenly filled with sadness. "You know who I am, Melinda," she says, her voice low and melodic.
     Melinda clenches her free hand in a fist. "It's not possible. Why are you impersonating my mother?"
     She hears Wayne gasp. She hadn't told him that the ghost she had seen had been the ghost of her own mother.
     "I died, Melinda," the woman answers. She steps forward again. "I'm here to exact revenge on the one who murdered me. Did you know I was murdered, daughter?"
     Melinda feels her body grow even more cold. Her head starts to pound behind her eyes. "You didn't die. You left. You abandoned me with your old mother. Don't lie to me," she says quietly.