I have always had that odd feeling of being watched when I go into the attics of the old house in Gross Himstedt.  The other night, after doing some tidying up there, I remembered that I'd left the windows open.  As I climbed the staircase to the attic I heard a rustling noise and thought, "Oh...
				
					
						
							
						
					
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