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In 1967, my parents brought home a life-size statue of a Catholic saint, St. Agnes that they had recovered from a nearby Catholic church that was being demolished. She was placed in the poorly lit basement laundry room where she still stands till this day. Throughout our childhood and adult lives, St. Agnes was a constant source of terror for my younger sister and me. She quickly became the subject of recurrent nightmares that continue till this day.