This is what is means to be haunted. A chance discovery, you see or hear a name perhaps, and it ricochets around your brain, flooding the space behind your eyes with jagged images and distorted sounds. Maybe there’s a voice you once recognized, or a smell that conjures something you’d rather forget, something that you worked hard to forget. Something, anything, everything. Someone you once knew, a piece of your past that you smothered down into the well of forgetfulness and tried to drown with silence and denial. This repression, this echo, this whatever, now stalks you and it haunts you night and day.