Each day Einar walked the same way to school. Squeezing through neighbors' hedges, he crossed Kingswell Avenue at Rodney Drive to walk on the opposite side of the old Diodati house. The stately home had not been lived in for over thirty years, but was still completely well-upholstered. All the kids in the neighborhood believed the house of horrors was haunted by the ghost of its last owner, Mrs. Diodati. This morning as Einar passed the big house he felt like he was being watched from an upstairs window. When the boy looked he saw something hidden in the shadows through the partly opened curtains. Steam from its breath fogged up the glass.