The Mysterious Death of Anna Sooley.

She was my kin, and I will not let her sad fate be forgotten. She reaches out to me over the years, the centuries and tells me things to keep her story, her life, alive. Nothing can be real, nothing can have any meaning unless it is alive in the minds of the mere mortals who carry those stories and dreams within them for as long as they shall live. And, who knows, perhaps beyond the grave like Anna.