I settle in the tower room, unpacking necessary items for the night: all health and beauty supplies, slippers, a cotton robe to stay warm in, and other belongings. The views at two of the four windows extend into the snowy afternoon. A white-out is seen beyond their frosty glass and shaking frames. Snow falls heavily, effortlessly, and willfully from the Pennsylvania sky, filling the night. A true blizzard is at hand, relentless and on a natural warpath of sorts. Not only does it look cold outside the tower, it looks and feels daunting, frigidly deathlike; a possible forewarning to unexplained danger and further unexplained mysteries during this January 21 night.
Approximately twenty minutes later, there are heavy footsteps on the spiral stairs and two light taps on the bedroom’s only doo
