#334515 - “Always wanted to know what a mute tastes like!” To be Continued. “Okay say I believe you, just how did they find you alone, in the basement dressed only in a nightgown?” How indeed! My mind drifts back over the past two days as I begin to shake remembering the events I’m about to describe ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday May 28th It began much like any other Sunday with my pillow alarm vibrating me awake at seven forty-five am, in time to watch “The Ernest Angley Hour” at eight. Quietly creeping down there is a muffled bang from somewhere below her.