Introduction: My name is Grace Anne Reynolds. I lived a carefree and fancy life: it was filled with love, excitement, and suspenseful mystery. All of which came to a tragic end; when my car was run off the road and pushed into a watery grave. The same dream for almost 3 months now. What was I doing at the racetrack that day? Running through the empty hallways; as if I were running to save my life. Someone chasing me! I scream for help, but no one hears me. I scramble into my car and head for the hills. Back roads of dirt and plumes of dust following me as I round the curve. Faster. Faster. I must get away! Someone following me! I feel the smash of metal as the black Plymouth Sedan hits me. Sliding. Flying over the embankment. Down the hill. Careening towards the pond. Water collides with the windshield and I hit my head. Dreaming. Water floods in around me. I'm trapped. Those haunting memories still torment me. I was born in Charlestown West Virginia in the year of Our Lord 1919. I died in a car accident May 29th, 1936. At least, that's what the official Obituary said