"And I'm going to tell you something else. After my father died I had a terrible dream. I was all alone in my house, and I went from room to room looking for something but I didn't know what. And then I went down to the cellar and there was my father, sleeping in his bed, looking all horrible. 'Dad,' I said, 'What are you doing sleeping in the cellar?'

"He picked up his hand just a little bit and waved for me to come closer. I was afraid of how ugly he was and I didn't want to go but he was my father so I went and stood beside the bed and looked down at his horrible face. 'What?' I asked and he whispered something I could barely hear and when I leaned closer he grabbed me around the neck tight with both hands and pulled me down and kissed me on the lips. I fought and fought but I couldn't get free of him. It was like he was trying to suck my soul out of me. And I couldn't get free."