‘We will walk together to school,’ Cousin Brenda H said to Billy B. ‘I am in eighth grade and you will begin in first,’ she noted. ‘What school would you have been in had you stayed in Chicago,’ Brenda H asked?

‘The School Of Hard Knocks,’ Billy B answered. ‘The house is scary,’ Billy B continued. ‘I sleep in a broom closet and I have to get into bed at the door because there is no room to maneuver once in the BC,’ Billy B exclaimed!

‘Shadows are on the walls of my bedroom and often when I awaken I see an old woman staring at me from the foot of my bed,’ Brenda H said. ‘Once the old woman gestured for me to follow her,’ Brenda H said with fear. ‘She led me to the backyard where an ancient well was…she lifted the round stone covering the well’s opening and cast me into the hole,’ Brenda H cried!

‘Did she have pupils in her eyes or were they all white,’ Chet asked as they sat in the first-grade classroom? ‘My night visitor Helen W has only white eyeballs and loves cats,’ Chet noted. ‘When I am in my upstairs bedroom I can hear her talking to her cat family, Chet shivered. ‘Billy B stayed overnight and although we were whispering she could hear everything we were saying.’ Chet said with trepidation.

‘Helen W is known throughout the town…she steals little girls and boys’ voices and gives them to her cats,’ Jane said with foreboding. ‘The Old Woman comes in the night and grabs the voices…she brings her cat with her to give the voice to,’ Jane continued. ‘Most of us have a talking cat or two,’ Jane laughed.

‘Brenda H what happened when you landed at the bottom of the well,’ Jane asked? How long did it take to reach the bottom and what was there,’ Jane continued to inquire?

‘I fell for the entire night it seemed when I hit bottom I was in my bed and the Sun was shining,’ Brenda H said. A kindly old woman came to my bedroom door and said, ‘Wakey…Wakey’…and then I was back in the well again, Brenda H continued. ‘At times when I doze off in class…I am in the well again…