Michael Bach

oh my God, there's something playing out here.

The whole week went by, nothing.

No sign of the family.

I thought, are they gone?

Is that the end?

Then one night, I look out my window, and the man and woman are out there alone, in the same place as before.

And now you could see the outline of another grave.

And she was kneeling and praying there.

And I knew right away this was their little girl's grave.

Both kids gone now.

And the man had his hand on the wife's shoulder, but then he just turned and left her there.

Then, I made myself look away, very intentionally, and then look back again.

I figured it'll be the same way it always is.

They'll be gone, right?

There won't even be any trace of the graves, like a movie that ends all of a sudden.

But the woman was standing there and looking at me through the window, very directly, and

And I moved away real slow.

The way she was looking at me, that was... I knew it was time to go.

Let's just say that.

My fear mechanism, it wasn't going to appease me anymore.