Lucy lived in a rented two bedroom apartment in downtown Brooklyn. It was a quiet neighborhood with respectable houses where people never stepped outside their homes after midnight and mostly kept to themselves. Her apartment was on the first floor, overlooking a door with an old brass nameplate. An old couple lived in the apartment next to hers.
"What kind of people are your neighbors?" David enquired, darting his eyes towards the brass nameplate on the opposite door.
"Oh, the Shaws are really good people. Mr. Shaw used to be in the army and Mrs. Shaw is a painter. They have always treated me like their own daughter," Lucy replied.
David wanted to be thorough with the investigation. Though he suspected the involvement of supernatural entities, he wasn't ready to dismiss the human an
