I decided not to try go back to sleep but instead to go out to the garden and work on getting rid of the tan lines that the tiny bikini I had been wea...ing for the past two weeks had made. I went upstairs and grabbed a towel and sunglasses. I looked over at the O'Connors' house out the window and it looked like everyone was asleep so I wouldn't be interrupted by the annoying kids playing in the fields. I walked downstairs and unlocked the patio doors and opened them wide. I turned on the. Combining the two was a stroke of genius. It offered the patients wonderfully romantic views from the windows of their large airy rooms, whilst the horticulturalists, got to see their efforts commercially appreciated.It was here that one James Spratt, 'Jack' to his friends, had lived for the last three years. Now an octogenarian, James was almost bed-ridden. He suffered from osteoporosis, or 'brittle bones' disease amongst other things and his lack of mobility made him surly and bad tempered.. She handed me a towel and watched as I dried off. "Good, now drop the towel and follow me." I followed Nicole down the hall completely naked into what I presumed was her bedroom. She bent down and picked up a laundry basket full of clothes and handed it to me. "Since you seemed to be all excited about someone being a maid, I thought it was only fair to let you experience what that could have been like. Now be a dear and go wash these clothes for me." After everything else so far, this task. Eh. I remembered thatwhen I discovered the Internet and I started to chat with foreigners. Iloved horror books so I found the boards about Lovecraft and Stephen Kingfiction. There was a guy who told me that his school was surely hauntedbecause it was built in place of old Indian graveyard. I told him aboutinsurgent cemetery that workers found during the renovation of streetseveral weeks before. I told him about exhumations of victims of communistterror, because slaughter didn't finish here in.