It is in seven parts, all of which are finished, and as far as possible will be posted on consecutive days. There are some coincidences in this story....At the end of part seven I append a brief account of the coincidences in my life which obliquely gave rise to this story. ***** Prologue Looking through the loft for something else, I, Graham Proctor, happily aged and retired, found a large cardboard box, and on opening it, found it was full of diaries. My diaries. I used to keep diaries! I’d. “Why not?” Megan said.“You haven’t heard of the murders there?” Christi said.“Oooooh, cool, how many were killed?” This one earned Megan an elbow to the stomach.“Murdering people is not cool! Besides, no one really knows. Some say 10, some say 15. But it happened on Halloween 30 years ago.” Christi said.“Cool, I’m in!” Megan said giggling.“So, tell me again how you got permission to even be here?” Britney asked as the two girls walked up the steps to the old KUM house in their costumes. Britney. This careful request could be a great reward for you.”While that made Tamil feel somewhat better, he was still not as happy as he expected to be approaching the wedding. The agreement was duly signed and not mentioned again. The wedding itself was quite traditional and the newlyweds took a train to a coastal city hotel where they were alone in a room with a bed for very first time.The new bride had received guidance from her older sister and knew that she would have to take the initiative, but. We also have some welding & grinding work which took lot of time there & we returned to farmhouse at the evening & it was getting dark so I asked mom to get ready to return, mom also got ready I ordered manager to get completed the work as quick as possible, we both my mom & me came near my bike & I got banged to see that the rear tire of my bike had got puncher. I started thinking what to do now & suddenly our maid gave idea to stay at farmhouse for over night & tomorrow morning somebody will.