The Marklay House

"I was so exhausted that I spent another quarter of an hour simply huddled in a corner of the dark basement, shivering," he writes. "When I began to compose myself again, I walked through the house trying to sense if it had become different somehow." The stairs leading up from the basement were no longer clear and Dr. Seuss books blocked his way. All the dolls that had been in glory Marklay's bedroom at the beginning of the evening had been arranged in a duplicate pattern downstairs in the living room. Ben Gant's diary now rested on the coffee table in theliving room.