The woman shook her head slowly, still staring at him almost desperately.<br/>"I can't tell you what I have seen. I don't really have the words for it. As for what happened..."<br/><br/>She took a deep breath.<br/>"Three days ago, I went up to my daughters room. I opened the door, and when I went in, she was... um..." the woman swallowed, the memory obviously difficult for her.<br/>"She was kneeling on the ceiling. Naked. Upside down. I remember her hair... it was normal, as if she was sitting on her bed, just... upside down. Like gravity was backwards. Since then, there is something different every time I go into the room."<br/><br/>She shook her head again.<br/>"Before you ask, I dont know why it happened. She's never touched a ouija board, she's never been to a seance, she didn't even like spooky movies. We were all good people. The house has always been a bit funny... old houses often are. You know, funny noises at night sometimes, rats in the walls. Nothing like this."