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"Sophie," An elder woman kneeled beside a small child. "What are you doing up still?" Sophie, an almost-five year old with wavy brown hair, sat criss-crossed on a burgundy coach. A large picture book was sprawled open on her legs. She gazed up intently at her grandmother.           "Mommy gave this to me on my birthday last year!" Sophie smiled and turned the page. On the page were scrawled notes that were hardly eligible for even the woman to read. Sophie turned the page again and a gruesome picture of a white thing with beady red eyes stared back at the two. The old lady gasped and snatched the book out of her granddaughter's hands. "Gramm