I pulled out my phone to check it. "We have a go," read the message. Mixed feelings coursed through me. I was anxious, but glad to finally be able to put a rest to what I had built up to be a virtual hell in my mind. My childhood home. The house where my father had (as my grandmother tells it) went insane and nearly killed my mother and me. "Come on, we gotta go!" I said, but she wouldn't budge. And that's when I heard a scream come from downstairs. I ran to the landing which then led upstairs to meet Jake sprinting up frantically. "Jake," I said quietly, "where's Allie?" "Who?" I asked.