Tommy Rose was fated to always remember the box under the floorboards,
having been locked in it many times as a child.
After an abusive childhood, Tommy grew up to be an abuser,
and for almost the entire year that his son Charlie was five,
Tommy's wife was just an eyeball poking out of the middle of the kitchen floor.
Charlie grew up with a twisted yearning for his Mumma
who his father had locked away from him.
As an adult, Charles Rose sought out dark-haired blue-eyed young women,
and one afternoon the perfect girl caught his eye.
She looked so much like a young version of his mother.
She was about seventeen, eighteen at the most. She was slim, not skinny but she would be small enough to fit into the box under the floor.
