Paul Gibbons October 24th, 1933 As I write this letter, I tremble in fear, each word brings me closer to the part of the story in which I dread. To explain it, I have to re-live the frightening moments that scared me beyond belief. The events that are to follow, as unbelievable as they may seem, I give you my word, it's the absolute truth. I remember waking up in the middle of the night on my back with my head turned to the left. I heard the Tic-Tock of the grandfather clock in the living room across the hall and noticed that the bedroom door was open. It was dark in the house, but after my eyes focused, I could vaguely see something moving in the living room.