My 8-year-old daughter sent me a text saying, “DAD, COME TO MY ROOM. JUST YOU.”—then she turned around and showed me the handprints covering her back. I thought I was taking her to a piano recital that day, until one terrifying secret exposed the people she had been afraid of all along… My name is Harrison Vance, and the worst day of my life began with a text message from my eight-year-old daughter. I was standing in my bedroom trying to finish getting dressed for Chloe’s spring piano recital when my phone buzzed on the dresser. The message was short, but something about it immediately felt wrong……CONTINUES IN BELOW...
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