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why he played this game of make-believe making them dress and act like babies. What did he want from them? Moira knew there had to be some answers to her questions beyond the pink door. She desperately wanted to get a second look into that room. She had to figure out some way to get inside. That was the first hurdle she had to jump and getting over that gigantic fence would be the second. By what she had seen, the opening to the fence was locked with a key. She had witnessed daddy Joe using the key that he kept around his neck to open the gate. So the only way to get out of here was over, over the fence that is.  Now that she had figured out how they could escape, she needed to find some good sturdy rope. A rope that would be strong enough to withstand their weight without breaking.  She had noticed that the tire that hung from the old sycamore tree was tied with the kind of rope that she was looking for. Now she just had to put her hands on some of it.
    “Good morning my babies,” daddy Joe said as he came down the stairs.
    Moira heard a buzzing sound in the distance from somewhere in the house. Moira looked up at daddy, because she had never heard that sound before, at least not since she had been there. It sounded like a door bell, but she was certain daddy Joe would not let anyone get that close to the house. She watched to see if daddy’s demeanor changed, but it didn’t change at all. He remained as calm, cool and collected as always. She thought, that if she had been him and was holding two women against their will and someone came buzzing around, that she would be sweating bullets in fear of being found out.
    “Who could that be?” daddy Joe wondered out loud. “I will be right back, someone is ringing the bell at the front gate. Moira watch your little sister, he said as he casually walked up the stairs.”
    Moira heard daddy Joe talking on what she assumed was an intercom system located somewhere upstairs, and then she heard the metal frame of the screen door slam against the wood molding. After sitting there for a moment, Abby looked over at Moira all wide-eyed, because she too had realized that daddy Joe had not locked the upstairs door when he left. She nodded in Moira’s direction. Moira knew that she would have to move fast, because daddy Joe would be back soon. She carefully walked up the old rickety staircase leading up to the first floor, trying to keep the stairs from making any extra noise. She had not heard Barbara’s voice this morning, but that did not mean she was not lurking upstairs somewhere in the house. The stairs creaked and moaned with each step she took. It seemed like it took her a lifetime to finally reach the top of the stairs. She slowly turned the door knob, Moira’s heart raced with each breath. It truly felt as if her heart was trying to claw its way out of her chest. The sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears “boom, boom, boom”. She cracked the door open just a little, while holding her breath she looked around. Barbara was there, she was standing in the kitchen looking for something. Moira quickly closed the basement door. Her heart was leaping at the thought of Barbara being so close and maybe getting found out. She pressed her ear up against the door, waiting for Barbara to walk pass.
    Finally after a few moments of listening and hearing nothing moving about, she eased open the door just a little and looked up and down the hallway. At the end of the hallway she noticed a door had been left slightly open. Moira knew she had to at least try and look inside the room. This would be her only chance and she had to take it. Something was going on in that house and she was determined to find out what it was. She knew daddy Joe could possibly come back at any moment so she would have to be swift. She inched her way down the hall, slow and precise, just like a cat stalking its prey. Her ears were perked and alert to any and all noises surrounding her as she moved closer to