You go back to your old home. As soon as you get past the living room into that dark hallway you feel something is wrong! The hairs on the back of your soul stand up with spider seance alarm. Then you see this little Raggedy Anne pin cushion and its walking by itself. It is alive or possessed or something. Worse, its a reverse pin-cushion! The needles stick out of it, sharp points glisten. You freeze in horror and dis-belief. The reverse pin cushion approaches and gives you a hug. Dozens of needles poke into your skin to the hilt. The pain is icy and hellish. You feel like your guts are being stabbed by spinning needles. You fall slumping to the floor. The whole world is pain to you.