With My Own Eyes

And I know many things, or I walk by night. I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women, who have stepped into the shadows. Yeah, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak.

And now the Whiffler Strange Story, with my own eyes. Although it was passed for, the Florida Sun was hot and blinding. And Christine wished for the 20th time she hadn't left her dark glasses back at the hotel.

She wished too that she weren't so tired of walking. But the New York doctor would prescribe to rest for her and had sense enough not to recommend Florida at the height of the winter season.

And she wished fervently that somewhere in Crescent Bay she'd find a place to live. At something less than $20 a day. It was the fun, see, more than anything else that made her stop before the big house with a tall white wall around it.

Look down the walk to the door and decide to give it a try. It was a big house. There must be extra room. And they couldn't do more than say no. Yes? Well, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me.

You see, my doctor has ordered me give my health. I arrived there before you. Come in, have I? What did you say? Come in. Oh, thank you. This way, oh, my name's Christine McKay. I'm staying at the hotel now, but I really can't afford to stay there any longer.

Oh, oh, oh, I didn't see that shed. So, right outside, it's dark in here. Oh, never mind that. Come over here and sit down. Thank you. Now, have you decided where you want to stay?