I am safe here in my cottage in the woods where no one knows me or my real name. Here all is peaceful and calm and the real world can't hurt me - because I know how cruel it can be. But then I see here again and her pale white face. Watching me. Taunting me. And then the notes appear. I know who you really are. . . I know what you did. . . My mind in whirl I don't know what to do. Now the walls of my cottage feel like a prison. The peaceful woods around me feel like a maze that will trap me forever. Who is this woman? And what does she want? And can she possibly know what happened during that boiling hot summer of 1976 when I made my terrible mistake. And if so how? So many questions paralysing me with fear. One thing I do know. She must be stopped.