At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

entrance, I saw a leather-bound notebook. I grabbed it just as a burning beam crashed down behind me, and I threw myself back out into the freezing mud.

Back in the safety of the SUV, I wiped the soot from the cover and opened it. It was Mirelle’s handwriting, though frantic and trembling. It was a makeshift journal she had managed to keep.

Day 4, the continue reading …