[ By the final memory, the store is littered with various food wrappers and scattered piles of clothing tags. There's evidence that she did fire her gun at some point. And there are multiple places throughout the store that show where she camped to perform different activities. A pile of magazines on the floor, some of them cut up to turn into vision boards. The poster board and scissors are nearby, the glue stick still open. In a different aisle, there are multiple jigsaw puzzles, all complete. Board games lie abandoned halfway through playing, a stack of books next to a recliner.
But the little heaps begin growing stranger. Dolls with cut off faces, stuffed animals set up in little tableaus. There's a painting on the floor, but it looks like the artist freaked out halfway through and tried to blot out what they'd done. Spilled pills dot some aisles, along with little spots of blood that trail through the store.
In the back of the store, Julie lies on her side on a trampoline, staring blankly into space. Her face looks thin, and there are scabs on her arms. She doesn't move at all, just blinks, and then the memory ends.
Back in the bedroom, Julie gasps and instinctively recoils from Nadine, grabs at her head on both sides. ]
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But the little heaps begin growing stranger. Dolls with cut off faces, stuffed animals set up in little tableaus. There's a painting on the floor, but it looks like the artist freaked out halfway through and tried to blot out what they'd done. Spilled pills dot some aisles, along with little spots of blood that trail through the store.
In the back of the store, Julie lies on her side on a trampoline, staring blankly into space. Her face looks thin, and there are scabs on her arms. She doesn't move at all, just blinks, and then the memory ends.
Back in the bedroom, Julie gasps and instinctively recoils from Nadine, grabs at her head on both sides. ]