You leave us alone; we\'ll leave you alone.
Then came scratching noises and weird smells, followed by voices whispering, maniacal laughter, shadowy figures scurrying alo. thin a few days of moving in, Elaine and her older daughter began to experience the sensation of being watched.
Y., in 1982, they had no idea that they and their two young daughters were embarking on a thirteen-year nightmare.
When Elaine Mercado and her first husband bought their home in Brooklyn, N.
You leave us alone; we\'ll leave you alone