A black Mercedes Benz with ‘New York’ number plates stood under the porch of what was regarded as a haunted house. The night was calm and still, silence blanketed the property, not even the rustle of leaves could be heard. Moonlight glowed in the cloudless night over 42 Avenue, the mist was thick and any passer-by would be forgiven for not noticing the board with the name ‘Desouza’ in front of the bungalow. The Desouza house bore a haunted look, accentuated by the empire of bare trees surrounding it, it seemed uninhabited. People never went near that house, believing there