The first incident I can clearly remember happened when I was four or five. After speaking to others in the area, I learned that the events I experienced were far from the only things to have ever happened in that area, but I digress... I'll get to the experiences others told me after I've relayed my own, if there is sufficient demand. It was a typical summer night and I was settling down to watch SNICK. Kudos to those of you who know what I'm talking about. My mother, of course, complied. We never did find the body. We buried the skin in the backyard. — — This proved to be a mistake. —