Although Debbie"s house was now listed and able to show to potential buyers, there was one, slight problem; a dark horror that remained in the house which needed to be removed. This is why she sat at the kitchen table, drinking an extra, strong glass of vodka and cranberry juice. The familiar buzz followed by mental numbing indicated that all things would soon be possible. When finished, a second glass of straight vodka was poured. It was brought down in the basement along with a garbage bag and small suit case. In the event that Debbie"s emotions take over, a few gulps of vodka might put them on ice.
It had been months since Debbie opened the 4ft x 4ft dry walled enclosure in the corner of the basement. It contained a panel door on the side that was secured by a simple latch with hinges.
