THE FIRST INCIDENT I was young when the 'first incident' occurred, five, possibly 6 years old. The family had recently moved to a new house, an 'old' new house, full of large drudgery rooms and haunting Georgian hallways. Sophisticated hallways that overwhelmed my unrefined self. The previous owners had taken less than perfect care of the house, the erstwhile wallpaper shedding its aged skin. I would say roughly a month after moving in I remember lying …showed first 75 words of 311 total…

…showed last 75 words of 311 total…degrees as she pivoted from the window and stared directly at me. At first you could say I was stunned, bewildered at her reason for being here. But as she began to approach the bed, her face changed from its calm facade to a truly malevolent portrait. At about the same time, I remember a music box of mine commencing a sweet tragic melody. A melody faintly reminiscent of Swan Lake, melnacholy, chilling and foreboding.