I am scared to death. 9 years ago they finally let me out, and I

was just beginning to feel better. I am not Myself any longer.

I guess You could not even recognize My face if You saw Me now.

That phone call 2 hours ago has torn Me apart. It was Grandma.

She invited Me back to the old house. I do not want to go back,

but I must. Maybe You will understand My fear if I tell

You what happened during My childhood.



18 years ago I was living with My mother and

My sister Missy in Grandma's old house. I had

been told that Grandma was away on a long vacation,

and that she would soon return. She did.



I have later found out that she was actually being released

from that same asylum.