On the steamy morning of July 10th at precisely 1:37 A.M., the haunting began.
At least, Clarice Nash had assumed the time accurate, since she had always been a light sleeper, and that’s when she had awakened with a sudden fright. Well, perhaps not a fright, she decided, feeling strangely calm, but certainly an unexpected and unnerving surprise. Guttural grunts and groans of a male voice, punctuated by slight whimpers and fierce shrieks of a female, all subdued and muffled as if filtered through a dense sea of invisible cotton, seemed to issue from the end of the vast hallway—
From the mystery bedroom.
After dashing to investigate, a flashlight firmly in hand, Clarice stood before the large mahogany door, eyeing the key in the lock. This room had been a puzzle to her since moving into t
