A Chilling Return to Carbondale.

When I got back home from my trip to New York, your father was at class. But that doesn't mean there was nobody to welcome me when I walked in the door. I was greeted by a friend I have had since I was five years old.


Ta-da! Kringle Bear! And look, I said to myself upon my reentry, Kringle has a note for me!


How sweet, thought I: he's as happy to have me back as I am to be here.


But then I turned the note over.


(In case you cannot read Kringle's writing, the note says: "John touched me when you were away. Just thought you ought to know. Shaken, Kringle.")

Chilling.