
‘The matinee today is The Haunting,’ Chet said. ‘Those who have seen it say it is the scariest movie ever made,’ Chet continued. ‘It achieved its horror without ghosts or monsters,’ Chet noted. ‘I am told that the movie may stay with you for the rest of your life,’ Chet shuddered. ‘It gets into the marrow of your bones, especially when you place your arm outside the covers at night,’ Chet grinned a knowing grin.

‘I was in bed last night, and an invisible hand grabbed my hand tightly,’ Jane said. ‘I called out to Neva J to not grip my hand so tightly, but she was on the other side of the room,’ Jane said fearfully. ‘We were at the Lemp Mansion in St. Louis, Jane noted. ‘There were sounds in the Mansion that were otherworldly: a voice telling me Welcome home and that I was expected,’ Jane said with wide eyes. ‘In my Victorian bedroom, there was a carafe of Merlot and two crystal glasses set on the night table. As I drank the Merlot, I heard children running in the hall and laughing,’ Jane mentioned. ‘I poured the second crystal wine goblet full of Merlot when I retrieved my hand from the invisible grip of another. I called out to Neva J to wake up,’ Jane said with trepidation. ‘When I looked at the second goblet, it was empty,’ Jane noted.

‘The most peculiar part of the Lemp Mansion was the faces in the walls,’ Neva J said. ‘You were alone but could feel someone looking at you,’ Neva J continued. ‘To make matters worse, the faces in the walls looked like me,’ Neva J said.

‘It has been 63 years since I first saw The Haunting, and yet I do not put my hand out from under the covers as Eleanor did in the movie for fear of a ghost grabbing it,’ the Old Man said with a grin.
