The Mystery of the Receding Hairline

It was a cold winter evening.... Outside the wind howled loudly at the waning moon.... the lights were down low.... and this is where the story begins.

The drive was long and treacherous but we reached our destination at last. The door swung open silently. The only sound was the now muffled wind racing past the window panes. Suddenly, screams of children locked in their rooms met our ears we took the long creeking steps down to the dungeons below.

As we sat on the old dusty furniture long abandoned, we uncovered the child... the child with the receding hairline. After what seemed like hours we soothed the child into an almost slumber.... and then, the mystery was solved!!! The condition was self inflicted!

Silly Tebbin!!!