It is midnight in that most dark and secret place. You can hear the cry of a b8rd from the top of the church,and smell the old yew trees.You put out a hand-and touch cold stone. The shock bring a fear that you can almost taste. Now a slow silver light comes over the garden. Statues appear. You notice the shadow that the moon has made at your feet,and you stand very still. You can see,hear, taste,smell,touch...and perhaps something more. And if you have that sixth sense,what then? First a cold feeling,like a finger down your back;then a sudden shaking,all through you. You look up at a statue-a big stone man, and a small boy. Suddenly,you are sure that there are eyes watching you. You turn slowly and look at the empty windows of the great moonlit house. Then the moon goes back behind the clouds-and you run! And as you also hear-and will remember always-is the lonely crying of a child.