Mira screamed for help as her lifeless, wounded body was thrashed around by the menacing figures haunting her every move. But no one would hear her, for Mira Elizabeth Garland was never there. She never existed, the figures never existed, the basement never existed, the house never existed, the street never existed. It was all in your mind. Now why don't you go and shut off that ridiculous song you've been listening to over and over again? Aren't you getting sick of it? Ring around the shut up. Oh that's not coming from you? Hey what's that behind you?