“I was never frightened,” she remembers. “But I felt a residue of rage, the sense that someone or something hated my going through the house. I actually found myself speaking out loud a few times, saying, ‘I’m not afraid of you! You don’t scare me, and you can’t hurt me!’”

“I was never frightened,” she remembers. “But I felt a residue of rage, the sense that someone or something hated my going through the house. I actually found myself speaking out loud a few times, saying, ‘I’m not afraid of you! You don’t scare me, and you can’t hurt me!’”

Edward Millan,* the next-door neighbor, told her that he had...