I read a short bit about dweller on the threshold, and whatever attached itself to Cindy seems to fit the description, at least partially. I know that there was an odd sense of piwer in the valley that summer, that we bith felt and were drawn to. The night we went into the church and played Quentin's Theme on the puano, a pall seemed to descend on the church. For the rest of Cindy's life, people "saw" a dark presence around her. It seemed to be almost parasitic. I was out of contact with her for a couple of years when I was living in Oklahoma, but when I came back to Colorado, she seemed to have deteriorated spiritually. The darkness was still there. It seemed to have a firmer hold. I think family dynamics contributed to what happened, but I think Cindy was also searching for something. I haven't played Quentin's Theme since that night.