A 78-year-old millionaire offered me 50,000 dollars for spending a night in his mansion. I accepted, but when he locked the bedroom door and whispered, “Get your shoes off. We’re about to start,” I was paralyzed with terror. What happened at midnight made me fall to my knees and burst into tears…

The old woman started crying suddenly.

Richard, don’t scare her. We already lost her once.

I looked at them both.

Whom did they lose?

Richard slowly approached the wheelchair.

This is my wife, Margaret. He’s ninety-two years old.

“But your lawyer told me that you were a widower!

I know. And I am deeply ashamed of that lie. I was afraid you wouldn’t come if you knew the truth.

He knelt next to his wife.

—Margaret suffers from a serious disease that affects his memory. Most days he barely remembers what happened yesterday. But there’s a night he’s never forgotten.View calendars

He looked at the watch.

On October 15, 1981.

My breath was cut off.

That was the date written in the photograph.

Richard continued.

“Forty-five years ago, our daughter Catherine took her four-year-old girl to visit relatives. He wore a pink blouse, a black skirt and high-heeled red shoes.Family Plans