It occurred to me to ask Becky ( the psychic) about one more location, and we were once more on the move.

We stopped across the lane from my bed and breakfast, and I explained that the place had been giving me the creeps !

Suggesting we walk around the exterior of the building, she declined my invitation to go inside, stating that something very bad had happened there. I tried to joke about the fact that I had a few more nights to spend there, but there was no smile from Becky as she insisted she didn't feel good about the place.

Approaching the back of the house, she pointed up to a small gabled window and said, " Right there ! Something is wrong! "

Unable to suppress my surprise, I told her the gabled window was where the staircase turned and led to my room, and how whenever I went up those stairs I dreaded it, and every day the feeling was getting stronger.

" Is that your room at the top? It was then, too. You were a prisoner in that room, kept there against your will. I see an elderly woman, an aunt. My God ! " Becky shuddered. " You died in that room ! "

I stared up at the building, knowing fate had brought me back to where it had all ended for Katherine James --- her love, her dreams, her life.

With a sick feeling in my stomach, I wondered how I would survive another night in the cold attic room.