Chapter 1
In 1978, I lived in a rural
community in Northern Michigan, where a car passed by
my house approximately five times a night. It
was wooded and lovely but defintely remote.
The mobile home I lived in with my two small children
was neat and clean. Although about 10 years
old, it had sturdy floors and a suitable
kitchen. Heather and Spencer slept in the
bedroom located just inside the back door; I slept on a
double bed which I'd set up in the tiny living
room.
One cold winter's
night, Heather, now three years old, was snuggled up
next to me sound asleep. We'd enjoyed
several minutes of reading together when she could no
longer keep her eyes open. Since she
was comfortably snoozing, I just left her to sleep with
me rather than taking her back to her own
bed. I then tiptoed down the hall to
make sure that Spencer was still tucked in and
warm. Once I was convinced that he was
comfortable as well, I returned to my bed exhausted
from the long day.
I
drifted off quickly and felt as though I'd only just
closed my eyes when I heard footsteps. These
footsteps were banging loudly in the silence, and in
horror, I realized they were coming from inside my
house and across the linoleum kitchen floor!
As I cleared the cobwebs from my sleepy head, I called
out, "Who is it?" There was no
response. Again, I cried more frantically,
"Who's there?" But no one
answered.
The next thing
I knew, a shadowy figure appeared at the foot of my
bed. It was very,
very dark, but I could see that he was of
medium height and stocky build. I know my
voice was shaking as I croaked, "What do you
want!?" And then, without a word, he
headed straight for my bed.
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