I nodded, still at a loss for words and unsure of what, exactly, I was to be shown; Harlem, though warm and soft-spoken by any apparent Fireworks Director I Run You Run Funny 4th of July Fourth Shirt, seemed to command a sense of spooky unease that encircled the room. He spoke with the air of deliberate and distinct presence of mind that made his son’s stated concerns seem all the stranger. Were this not the Chester Harlem, I’d have wondered if he and his son were giving me the hype business, blowing wind up my backside. “I hope you won’t mind me doing this, my dear; you should understand that terror has much sharper fangs in the dark,” he said as he switched off the lamps, tossing the room into near-blackness before returning to his seat; the man could seemingly pluck such haunting, vivid lines from thin air with an incredible ease. I could barely make out Harlem’s face, and I could see nothing out in the darkness beyond our two chairs. I confirmed to him that I didn’t mind the low light, and he resumed.