History of Lancaster, New Hampshire (1899)

For Chase Gillette there was no such thing as empty darkness. When the lights went out they came back out as glowing disembodied eyes. What they were, where they came from and why they seemed so intent on tormenting him, he did not know. Had it not been for the occasional appearances of a pretty little yellow girl he came to call Prissy, he would have surely gone mad. Yet she, like the eyes, was also an impossible phantom of unknown origin. However, her eyes did not glare like theirs. They instead were filled with compassion, hope and promise. He was just not sure what they were promising, but he knew someday he would find out.