" I started to turn away."One more thing... just so you know. Ahh... how can I put this? Your room, it's not as soundproof as you probably think. Just...so you know." He patted my back and headed off in the direction of his bedroom.I stood there at the base of the stairs and watched my father's back as he vanished into the back of the house. My mouth hung open like a fish going for a lure. I closed it with a snap and climbed to the top floor.I took off my coat and threw it into a corner. My. It was nearly three AM when he walked her to her car.It was now Sunday, March the twenty-sixth, but the twenty-fifth would be the date they would remember fondly in later years.Brian slept late on Sunday morning, awoke refreshed, and walked over to the Mendon home to pick up his truck. He wanted to see Peggy, but when she didn't come outside, he assumed that she was still sleeping.They had answered each others' questions the night before, but so much remained unsaid. He wasn't sure how he felt. She introduces me as their driver for the evening and climbs in the van. She tells me that they want to go to dinner at the Casino and that one of the clubs there had a good band playing. I was to drop them off and then wait for a text to pick them up. We started out and as we rolled out of the parking lot, I put the partition up between up as to give them privacy. I flipped on the camera screen of them just to keep an eye that they were safe. I dropped them off around 6:30 and found the. The last straw came when a group of Alphas and Thetas set fire to the local library while chanting "Carcosa now!" and then threw themselves off of a freeway overpass. People became scared, and serious questions about play were asked for the first time: Was it mass hysteria? The power of suggestion? Were already psychologically-fragile people drawn to the text because of its reputation and then acting out on it? Or could it be that the governments of 19th century Europe hadn't suppressed the.