Louise hadn’t expected the young blonde woman to be the one to open the door, nor had she expected the slightly hostile tone. She cleared her throat and managed a friendly smile before responding with a slight accent.<br/><br/><strong>“Good evening, I’m Louise de Moriève. I’m a researcher attached to the history department at UCLA. We are working on a project that aims to document local lore and legend… I’ve been conducting some interviews with local residents, and I wondered if you had a few moments to perhaps allow me to ask a few questions?”</strong><br/><br/>She pulled her iPhone from her pocket, and opened her Dictaphone app. She was wearing a brown leather jacket, a white blouse and a pair of bleached denim pants. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other in her gold-colored, high-heeled espadrilles.<br/><br/><strong>“If this isn’t a good time, I could always come back at a more convenient time? What we are doing is documenting the stories about the supernatural that people might know from their childhood? More specifically anything relating to this immediate area…”</strong><br/><br/>She spotted the presence of both the father and the woman that had been her intended mark, Alexandria.