It all started when he moved from his former residence to a small convenient house on Brooks Avenue. He was aware of the house next to his at first, but then he became more and more interested.

The first time he saw her, was the first night that he stayed in his new residence. It was a warm, still, muggy night in which you toss and turn and never really go into a sound sleep. His bedroom window was open to let out the heat from the previous day. He lay still, hardly breathing, listening to the quietness, when that soft, still quietness was rudely interrupted by the sound of a woman’s mocking, robust laughter. It floated on the night air with a resounding of echo upon echo. He thought it rather strange, since it was one o’clock in the morning. So, brushing the hair out of his eyes, he stumbled from the bed over to the window where the warm night air felt hot against his face. At first he couldn’t come in contact with the source of the laughter, but then he did spot a yellow, reddish glow of a candle, just as the laughter began once again. It projected from the top of the house which resided next to his, where a tower like structure was built. Fortunately for him, there was a full moon that night, thus allowing him to view the scene much more accurately than was needed. She was tall, dark haired, and fair complected, with dark almost black eyes that reflected the image of the candle, which she held in her hand. Clutching it tightly she threw her head back, letting her hair slide away from her smooth, white shoulders, showing the bareness of skin, while she laughed. Once more she looked down out of her window to the front lawn whence her expression turned to that of horror. She fled in her white nightgown, while the light of the candle glowed along the opposite wall, slowly descending downward until every last ray blended in with the shadows.