In 1987, my family and I moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico, a nice place - smaller than most cities, but interesting nonetheless. The people there were kind, at least in the inner city. In the neighborhood where my family had moved, everyone was quiet and kept to themselves - real quaint if you were the type of person who liked those kind of things. "You know that place is haunted." That's the first thing someone said to me as I stepped into that school. Not even a hello or a "welcome" - no, I got that. At first I was a bit confused.