I couldn't sleep that night. It was a very stomy night, with a lot of wind and rain. Suddenly I heard a woman is scream. it was my sister is voice. I ran into the corridor, and just then I heard a whistle, a minute later the sound of falling metal. I didn't know what is was. I ran to my sister is door. She opened it and fell to ground. Her face was white and crying, Help me, help me, Helen, I am ill, I am dying, I put my arms around her, and she cried out in a terrible voice; Helen, Oh my God,Helen,It was the band, the speckled band, she wanted to say more, but she couldn't. I called my stepfather, who tried to help her, but we could do nothing. And so my dear,