It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra.

Glover Road. I immediately felt annoyed as I noticed my sister Jenna calling me.

Even though she should have arrived at our family cabin 20 minutes prior,

somehow I managed to arrive before her.

Maybe one of her kids had an issue and they needed to stop.

Maybe they took a wrong turn somewhere.

Which wouldn't have been too out of character for Jenna with her absolutely non-existent sense of direction.

The plan had been to drive together, but with work keeping me back and them driving ahead we'd split up. Even then it wasn't the first

time we'd driven to the cabin so she should have known the way. These thoughts

did give me a bit of worry.

I answered the phone.

Sis, where are you at?

When I got in response?

A static mess of sound that blared from my phone at full volume before it quickly cut off and the call disconnected.

Out in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

Our lonesome cabin was situated three hours from the closest town,

but this desolate part of the country made for the perfect escape from the noises surrounding

New York's Eve.

I figured if I drove back down the road enough, I'd get a few bars a signal.

Once I got a few bars on my phone, I called Jenna again.

When she answered, it became clear how distressed she was. In the

background I could hear her two kids, Alex, 10, and Laura to crying, and Jenna doing her best to keep calm. and quickly turning to worry. She said,

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