He noticed a lot of strange staresand some finger pointing his way after some of the people in the dinerhad gotten the word about his inheritance.On t...e way to the estate Seth picked up the keys to the estate from alocal realtor's office. He got again the strange stares from the peoplein the realtor's office.Seth in his confidence shrugged this all off as local superstition.Act TwoSeth found the estate, pulling up the long driveway, through the irongates attached to a solid brick wall of a. In the elevator he kept looking at me. Making me feel absolutely beautiful and very nervous. Instead of the restaurant we went to the bar to eat. He kept making jokes all though our meal. Keeping me laughing the entire time. As he paid for our meal he asked if I was ready for some loud music and a lot of dancing. “ Oh Yes”, I replied. We drove for maybe 10 minutes before parking in front of what looked like an old warehouse, except for the line running from the door half way down the block!. What a splendid girl!"Who owned this place before you, my dear?" I think he was called Ferguson. I'm sure that was his name. Did you have a fellow student of that name?"Of course! Old Fergie! It must have been he who had pocketed the parchment. And he did hail from these parts. It was Ferguson who knew about the old legend and had kept his comrades entertained with tales of the awful doings of the Spirit of the Old Wood. On stormy winter nights his tales had gone down very well, as they supped. To Aggie Carla’s sexual preferences were still unknown. Even though she had caught her husband in an affair with another woman, too much information about such an aberration might turn her off. Where is Bart when I need him, she thought. Besides if Bart’s whereabouts were known and he was available Aggie would have wanted to engage in a sexual reunion with him herself. Serendipity would soon allow her to make decisions that would seem too good to be true.To the reader: Have any of you ever.