"While in prayer, we all had a sense of peace about what was happening. We did have to acknowledge to one another, before Christ, that we had made a grave mistake in letting Jean Pierre into our lives, but also that the consequences would push us into something new, and to simply accept what was coming our way. For a week, the anonymous door knocking continued. No matter what questions we had for him, Jean Pierre disclosed nothing, but he did say that we were all in great danger, and that for our sake he would have to leave. He felt he was putting us in danger. Neither was there any guarantee that we would be safe with his leaving us. Six nights later, there was another knock on the door. Ten knocks, loud, imperious, demanding. Then the knocking resumed. Jean Pierre went towards the dor. Stay back, he shouted, when he saw us trying to accompany him. We heard voices, male voices, and they were speaking Spanish, I think, which seemed odd, given that Jean Pierre was French-Canadian. But Jean Pierre did speak in an odd kind of accent, and he did claim to have spent his first twelve years in Argentina,"
"And a couple of times", says Jennifer, "I heard him speak in Spanish on his phone, when he didn't know we were around."
"The next morning", Maureen says, "His body was found in a schoolyard nearby. They were never able to determine the cause of his death."
"That was when the skulls began to appear", says Sarah.
"Skulls?" asks Jesús.
"Calaveras", Aaron translates for Jesús.
"What kind of skulls?" says Jesús.
Sarah says, "Almost every morning we would find on our front doorstep a little plastic white skull..."
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