“I didn’t steal it,” Mrs. Greene said. Patricia turned and saw Mrs. Greene holding out a glossy square of white paper. “It was on my coffee table one day,” Mrs. Greene said. “Maybe I brought it back here after Miss Mary passed and forgot I had it, but when I picked it up my hair stood on end. I could feel eyes staring into me from behind. I turned around and for a moment I saw the poor old lady standing behind that door there.”
