PAIGE WAITED ANXIOUSLY, eager to know if Marge detected any of the sensations she'd been experiencing within this house over the past few weeks. It couldn't be her imagination, she counseled herself for the thousandth time. Several times, the heady fragrance of a man's cologne had filled her senses and sometimes she would feel a gentle hand on her shoulder, a soft breath on her cheek. She often detected the sensation as if somebody was standing behind her, watching and reaching out to her with invisible arms of comfort.
These feelings never frightened her. On the contrary, they brought her great comfort. There was also the figure she had seen standing at the upstairs window when she’d first moved in and the dream last night.
All of it added up to only two possibilities: either she had fi
