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But the question remained, who or what had thrown a fucking scythe in her direction?

Yeah, that's bullshit.

She didn't know wow or hi.

Wow or hi.

Or how or why.

But the thing Carolyn did know was that the implement had not just fallen, it had clearly been thrown.

That's crazy.

Now, from that point on is when the activity in the house really escalated.

The worst of it always coming when Roger was away.

One afternoon, a few weeks after the attack in the barn, there was a knock on the door.

And when Carolyn opened it, she was met by her neighbor, Mrs. Pettigrew, who knew that Roger was away and was just kind of stopping in to be like, how you doing?

So Carolyn invited her in.

She went upstairs to change into more presentable clothes.

And Mrs. Pettigrew and the children sat in the kitchen eating the cake that she brought.

And suddenly they were startled by the sound of Carolyn screaming from the bedroom down the hall.

Oh, no.

Now rushing to her aid, they all burst in the room just in time to, they all saw this, see her being whacked across the face, head and neck with a wire coat hanger.

Held in the air just like by some unseen force.

It was not Joan Crawford.

No, it was not.