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try to sleep so he didn’t have to think about what awaited him. He would have to relive the memory. He looked over at his uncle, who had been checking the rear view mirror since they left. Elijah fell asleep wondering what his uncle was looking for.
    The police were already in the driveway when Uncle Stan’s truck pulled up. Elijah looked apprehensively at the place where he last saw his family alive. Uncle Stan got out of the car and was greeted by a police officer and a detective. The detective looked just like Elijah pictured a detective would look. He was tall and muscular with brown hair and a square jaw. He had on a white button-up shirt with a necktie and brown slacks. In one hand he held an envelope and a note pad. The detective walked around to Elijah’s door and bent down.
    “Hey there, you must be Elijah. My name is Detective Scott. Do you mind taking a walk with me?” Elijah gathered his courage, got out of the car, and followed the detective into the house. “Follow me,” he said firmly. “Do you know why you’re here?”
    “Not really,” Elijah admitted.
    “I know you’ve given your story to the police already, but I want to hear it from you and have you walk me through everything that happened.” Detective Scott glanced quickly at Uncle Stan. Something was odd about the way he looked at him. “As it happened here in the house,” the detective explained, now in a whisper as he looked back at Elijah. “From your testimony, you heard something down here?”
    Elijah didn’t want to admit that he actually hadn’t heard anything at all, and that he just felt that something was wrong, so he went along with the detective’s assumption.
    “Yeah,” Elijah said. “I was upstairs in my room.”
    “Why don’t we go up there.” said Detective Scott. “Truman, talk to the uncle down here.” Elijah and the detective started up the stairs and left Uncle Stan and the other police officer on the bottom floor. Halfway up, Elijah froze and his throat knotted up as he thought about his mother who died at the spot where he now stood. When the detective looked impatiently at his hesitation, Elijah’s trance broke and he hurried up to his room.
    “Walk me through it,” Detective Scott instructed.
    “I was in here and I heard a noise so I got up and hid in the corner,” Elijah started.
    “How long?”
    “I’m not sure. Not very long.”
    “Then what did you do?”
    “I went down the stairs.” As he recalled his story, Elijah felt like he was making his escape sound so mundane, as if he just went down to grab a snack or take out the trash. He didn’t know how to say that the trip down the stairs was one of the most terrifying moments of his life.
    “What made you decide to go down the stairs?” asked the detective.
    “I’m not sure. It just felt right,” said Elijah.
    “Did you see anything?”
    “No.”
    “Did you hear a noise somewhere else that you were running away from?”
    “No. I don’t know how to explain it. I just knew I needed to do it.” He knew that the detective was just doing his job, but Elijah was starting to become irritated at the tone of the questions. Like he was in trouble.
    “Okay,” said Detective Scott, “then what happened?”
    “I went into the kitchen.” Elijah pointed and they went back down the stairs and followed the path that he had used to escape a week ago. “I tried to use the phone to call for help, but the power went off.”
    “No other reports of a power outage in this area were filed,” Detective Scott said. “Are you sure you tried the phone?” Elijah glared at him. What kind of question was that? He wanted to scream at the detective, but he composed himself before he answered.
    “Yes. I’m positive.”
    “Okay,” said Detective Scott. “What happened next?”
    “I saw him.”
    “Who?”
    “The man who murdered my parents and sister!” Elijah’s voice started to rise.
    “What did he look like?”
    “I could only see his eyes