“Amy did not allow me to sleep at all well that night. Each time I closed my eyes, no sooner would I drop off then I would be woken by the sound of doors slamming all around the house, or else she would sing her mournful little song right in my ear, but naturally when I opened my eyes she would not be there. When I did manage to catch forty winks she would invade my dreams, appearing as she had earlier that evening; not as the sweet, gentle, pretty, young girl, but instead as the evil hag-like creature, reaching out towards me as if she wished to rip my heart clean out of my chest.
“After being woken for the umpteenth time during the night, I turned onto my side and covered my exposed ear with a pillow in an effort to block out the sound of her constant racket. But, alas, it was to no ava
