Chapter 1: What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
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Turn down the lights. Are you ready? On with the show. The last few nurses we've hired have all flaked on me, Jim said with an exhausted sigh. Please tell me you don't plan on flaking. I stood in the foyer of the tiny ranch-style house and listened to him talk. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes had bags under their eyes.
When I arrived at the ranch, Jim was dressed in a pair of well-worn Wranglers, a fading red plaid button-up, and a form-fitting cowboy hat. He was still dusty from the day's work. His boots were caked in dried mud. I don't plan on flaking, I said. Swear on my life.
Forgive me, but they all say that.
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Chapter 2: What challenges does Jim face as a caretaker for his mother?
I wanted to see the world, The first time I noticed something was off was when I entered my room after a long day and discovered one of the posters I had brought had been ripped in half. Part of it was still stuck to the wall. I didn't know what to think. Agnes wasn't mobile or lucid enough to do anything, and Jim had been out in the fields all day. Maybe an animal got in here and ripped it?
But that seemed unlikely. I was stumped. I picked up the piece of the poster that had fallen on my bed and I tossed it in the trash. When I went to take down the part still tacked to the wall, I felt a cold chill run up my spine. At the time, I didn't think much of it. The AC did run cold in the house. But what was odd was that the wall itself was cool to the touch.
Later that night, I was FaceTiming with a friend of mine about nothing in particular when our calls started getting interference. It had never happened before. The signal was surprisingly good in the house. I stood and tried moving to a different spot in the room, but the same thing kept happening. What the hell?
Maybe the place is haunted.
Hilarious. I rolled my eyes.
Maybe Agnes is scrambling the signal.
Agnes can barely keep her eyes open. I don't think she's well-versed in signal manipulation. As I spoke, I saw her face change.
Hey, what was that?
What was what?
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Chapter 3: How does the narrator describe the eerie atmosphere in the house?
Even the most important people in your life eventually become a distant memory. I don't even know what he sounds like anymore, it's been so long.
I always tell people that memories are important, but how you feel about them matters more. When you think about your dad, if it gives you a little boost, that's what matters.
Hmm, I like that. That's nice.
This job is half nursing and half counseling. What about the other three men? Were you close to any of them? Jim shook his head no. After his dad had died, he had a hard time connecting with any of them. And after the second one left in the middle of the night, he knew it wouldn't have been worth it anyway. I asked him what he meant by left.
They just up and left, like a thief in the night. Third one, God rest him, killed himself right here in the house. Mom found his body. Shot himself. Right down in the shelter.
I felt the hair on my neck start to stand on end. In the tornado shelter?
Yeah. Took a few days before we smelled him.
My head was swimming. Was all that strange shit from a ghost? It couldn't be. Right? They didn't exist. I mean, I'd had a reasonable explanation for everything that I'd experienced the night before, didn't I?
Now, the fourth guy I thought might last, but after a few months, he took a greyhound out of town. Poor son of a bitch must have been miserable to take a goddamn bus to get away from my mom.
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Chapter 4: What strange occurrences happen during the narrator's stay?
I turned on my phone flashlight and shined it on the ground. The winds picked up and Jim shouted that the storm was going to come right over us. But I didn't hear it. On the ground, in the dirt, the message read, You won't get out of here alive. I looked up at Agnes and she was staring at me. The overhead light was swinging from the wind, casting ever-moving shadows across her menacing face.
Behind her and Jim, I saw the shadowy figure place a withered white hand on her shoulder. Jim didn't see a thing. The shadow took a step back and then blinked out of sight. I don't know where it went, but I knew it wasn't gone for good. Agnes gave me a half-smile, the rest of her face frozen from the stroke. I screamed at her. She started laughing again.
I felt the ground under my foot start to fall away. I looked down and saw that withered white hand breaking through the soil and feeling for my leg. I pulled back and stood up. Jim noticed me standing. We locked eyes, and his eyes said, What are you doing? I didn't have time to answer him. Agnes wanted me dead, and I knew it. The wind was so intense now.
I wasn't sure how close the tornado was, but it didn't matter. If I stayed down here, I'd die. I didn't know what would happen if Agnes got her five souls, and I was sure as shit I didn't want to find out. If I was dead anyway, I might as well go down swinging. I was gonna take my chances outside. I ran over to the shelter door and flung open one side.
I could hear Jim protesting, but just barely. As soon as the door was open, you could feel the suction of the tornado. My hair flew up like something above me was yanking it. Everything was drowned out by the noise. I struggled to open my eyes. I raised my hand to my face to shield it from the wind, but it only provided the smallest of relief.
I could glance up and see the top of the swirling whirlwind. I wasn't sure if it was heading toward us or away, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I glanced over and saw my car about 50 feet away. Just then, a stop sign slammed on the ground in front of me. I broke out in a full-on sprint toward my car. I was about 10 feet from it when a hand reached up from the ground and grabbed my leg.
Another hand reached up and grabbed my thigh. I struggled to break free, but I wasn't strong enough. I could feel myself being pulled down into the ground. I kicked at the hands with my free foot. I caught the hand around my thigh and let it go just enough for me to roll away. I got to my feet and ran the last few feet to my car. I ripped open my door and jumped inside.
My hands were shaking, but I managed to get my keys in the ignition and crank my car to life. The sound of the engine purring was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I glanced out the window and watched the tornado turn and head away from the house. I also caught a glimpse of Jim from the shelter door. He was waving at me, but I didn't want to hear what he had to say.
tornado was bearing down at me. I dropped the gear shift into drive and floored the pedal. The dust that peeled up from the tires never touched the ground. I drove for hours, not stopping for anything. I listened to the radio and heard that the tornado had done some damage to the town. I imagined the lone Starbucks was out of commission.
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