(Hushed, gossip tone) “I remember a woman with a little boy who used to live here. Cruel thing she was. She lived right next to me. All I ever heard was screaming from her."

(Slight concern) "That boy came out sometimes to pick a flower or stare at the other kids, always looked like he never got any sun."

(Hushed, confused) "I was going to tell the police when I realized he was old enough to be in school but one day they just… vanished.”