Gaslight

I don't ask you to understand me. Between us all the time were those jewels, like a fire - a fire in my brain that separated us - those jewels which I wanted all my life. I don't know why...Goodbye, Paula.

That house comes into my dreams sometimes - a house of horror. Strange - I haven't dreamed of it since I've known you. I haven't been afraid since I've known you.

Jewels are wonderful things. They have a life of their own.

I hear noises and footsteps. I imagine things, that there are people over the house. I'm frightened, and of myself too.