You want to run back to the kitchen. On your way through the study, you notice an old lady dressed in black. Her face is pale and sunken, and her gray hair is tied in a bun behind her neck. It must beMrs. Burger. She looks scary! If witches really existed, you'd easily think she was one.

"It's nice to have visitors," she said in a raspy voice. "You've been in the house for a while, haven't you? I didn't quite know where to find you; you move around as quietly as a mouse. Feel free to come with me to the pantry. I have delicious date cookies for you."

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"Thanks, but I'd rather look for my cousin. Janet. She's in the lobby, and I'm afraid. She's losing her mind. She imagines she's locked behind bars, but she's not," you babbled, trying to hide your nervousness.

"Well then, I'll take care of her." Mrs. Burger interrupted you. "Come along for the cookies first. I promise you I'll go get Janet."