From Robert: On the outskirts of town was a place called Engleside, a place where the most sick of mind were kept. One night the sickest inmate of all escaped, a man named Wiley. Wiley, among other things, was fond of destroying women's undergarments. An All Points Bulletin was put out by the police. Wiley was never found. After a period of time, people assumed Wiley had passed into the next world. Years went by and then all of a sudden strange things started to happen. Clothes left out on the clothesline were destroyed, especially women's undergarments. This went on for sometime. Police tried to set up watching posts to see if the vandal would come by again that night. In the morning, the clothes would be lying on the ground and destroyed - but no one had seen a thing! No footprints and no fingerprints were ever found. Then all of a sudden calls of someone trying to get into their house. Police would report at one address and as soon as the police arrived, someone would call from the other side of town that the person called wily was over there. People were told to make sure their doors and windows were locked and secured for the night. That wouldn't stop Wiley. I took my girl home from a date and made sure she was safe in the house and headed for home myself. My girl's dad worked at night and would always make sure the house was secure for the night and leave for work. One of the things he would do was kiss his daughter on the cheek and leave for work. It was around 1AM in the morning when Linda felt someone pull the covers up over her shoulders and give her a little peck on the cheek. She drifted off to sleep again. The next morning Linda told her dad as he came home from work "thanks" for the extra kiss and pulling the covers over her. Her dad looked shocked at what she had said. He finally got his breath and said, "I never came home again after I went to work that evening." No one was in that house that night except for Linda. Or perhaps . . . Linda and Wiley?