While at the House in Patriot, late one night I went upstairs and found
my grandfather Liston and my grandmother Leacy sleeping in the back bedroom. In a second bed in the same room were sleeping a couple of teenage girls. When I went into the room the girls awoke, and one of them, whose name was Marsha, rose and went downstairs.I woke Liston and began trying to talk with him. I was afraid because I knew two young men were persecuting my family for some reason. I was afraid the young men might try to break into the House tonight and attack us. I wanted all of us to go downstairs and sleep; but Liston refused to go and went back to sleep.
I looked at the girl still remaining in the room and told her I thought she and I should go up into the attic and sleep. She was about 16-17 years old and quite pretty. But I was too frightened to be very attracted to her. I simply wanted to hurry up to the attic.
Suddenly we heard Marsha scream downstairs. I went to the top of the stairs but couldn't see to the bottom because of a bend in the stairs. I walked part way down the stairs and hollered, "Marsha!"
She screamed again. I repeated, "Marsha! Marsha!"
She continued screaming. I ran back up the stairs and went to Liston. I screamed for him to wake up and get his gun. He jumped from the bed, reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a hand gun.
I was quite terrified and I didn't know what to do. I was afraid Liston would get shot and then we wouldn't have any protection.
We walked to the top of the stairs and looked down. But we couldn't see anything. I wished we had a phone so we could call the police. I thought it would probably take them a half hour to get here, but at least it would be better than nothing.
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