My name is Victoria Winters. A brewing storm buffets the Great House on Widows' Hill and angry spirits out of the dim past seem to pound against its walls, demanding admission. There is no sound in the house, nothing but the echo of thunder and the whine of the rising wind, yet the emptiness seems alive, alive with fear and tension that build on a single terrifying fact: I am alone.
Vicky tells Roger about the bleeder valve she found in David's room. Burke reminds Vicky that she still needs to leave Collinwood for her own safety.
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