The silence of a hot summer evening is shattered by the crash of something falling down a wooden stairwell followed by the wailing of a young boy. His parents can hardly make our his terrifying account of someone...something upstairs that had touched him on the shoulder and threw him down the stairs. His father, exhausted from a double shift at the steel mill, loudly clambered up the steps to investigate while the boy's mother comforted her son and asked if he was hurt. Upon a cursory exam of the rooms, the father appeared at the landing brusquely saying that it was nothing and no one was in the house. A day or so later, a very distinct, raised mark was discovered on the boy's shoulder. A medical exam was inconclusive. The boy was told to lie about the mark and how he had received it. He lied about it for over 45 years. He kept the fear of that night, the shame of his father's dismissal of his account, and the memory of that almond-eyed visitor locked tight in his mind. The boy grew in