Before there was Madeliene there was Carlotta.      Who would believe? A spirit taking possesion of the living shell   John did because he finds satisfaction in trust.      She handles the antique jewelry curiously, gently.   She's 26   Carlotta died by her own hand at that age.      He gazed at the profile of the beautiful    blonde with an unwanted desire.      Such a beautiful girl.      He follows her day after day   His eyes fixated on the perfect   form of her feminine curves in    adulterous glares.      Seemingly obsessed with her own    demise, she leads him on a morbid   pattern of events.   Repeat and apt, sinking in love      Madeliene stared at the grave    He looks upon his interest capturing    hazy images of her form from different   angles inside the cemetary walls.   And she sat staring at the portrait      Then he found himself at San Francisco   bay observing Madeliene bid farewell to   the flowers she bought to mourn the   loss of herself   She sprinkled the carnations to the    water below knowing what she was    about to do      Or did she?   She appeared to be in a different world.      She fell to the depths helplessly and   wanting to die, as if on a mission.   She awoke to the sound of the old    fasioned telephone.   That desireable look she gave.   Her hair down and arm keeping her   sacred body concealed under the   blanket   She didn't know what happened that day, but continued coming back to Scottie for support.      They werre falling in love      They were wanderers      She had a dream      Staring into an open grave.   She disappeared into the trees knowing   that it was her's.      She was turning into Carlotta and had   to die   So when they wandered to the old church she could not take her eyes off of the old bell tower.      Making it up the stairs and ending up    broken om the roof below.   She was going too fast........   she was to fast.   She had done what she had to do.      At the trial Johnny saw a vision of    Carlotta by the window.   She turned her head slowly giving him a   chilling dead stare.   The same stare from her portrait.   The same pose that fascinated    Madeleine       Was this myth, or was this murder?