Alongside the main entrance, they had tacked on a wheelchair ramp. To the east stood a collection of greenhouses where the patients potted plants and grew seedlings, and south of that a garden path encircled a statue of some female Greekish figure overlooking a dry fountain, which had been out of order for years. She could see the main facility push up through the trees when she approached it from the highway: a stone beast with a spiny grey back. She settled in for her first overnight visit in October, a month after they took her on as a nurse practitioner at Oakwood, a month after she’d moved out of her mother’s house in Cary. She had few feelings for the nursing director, or for the hospital or its employees or its patients, but she felt something when she looked at the on-call house: joy maybe, anticipation, hope. But Gail had been told that she was more deadpan than most, which was one of the reasons why she had made such good corpses in Nick’s horror films. He was a grayish, moonfaced man who sought to make others comfortable, the kind of person who liked getting a good bead on folks. She had been quiet throughout most of the tour, which caused the nursing director to give her unsure sideways glances, as if he could not see her clearly. “’Course, most of y’all just stay over on the couches in the lounge. Drowns out the noise when the house settles.” He laughed.
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“And there’s a TV in there, DVD player and everything. “Folks’ll bring pets for company,” the nursing director was telling her. A cypress hovered over its east side, a row of boxwoods underneath its windows. The house itself was a small, plain structure with yellowish siding and a wrap-around porch. He drowned himself in the creek just north of the hospital, and the on-call house apparently trapped his desolate ghost and had kept it ever since. Allegedly, the ghost in the house was that of a patient who had escaped through the air duct seven years ago, stripped off his clothes on his way across the parking lot and vanished into the kudzu-covered woods on the other side. When the nursing director took her on her first tour around the grounds, he told the story about the haunted on-call house and the psychiatrists-reasonable, un-superstitious people, he assured her-who would not stay there overnight. Nowadays, Gail worked at Oakwood, a mental facility tucked away in the Appalachian foothills.
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As soon as the leaves started turning, she felt an impulse to carry out her tasks with grace, no matter what was asked of her. And even though Nick had been gone three years now, autumn always came around with a feeling of expectation, like she had a job to do, a role to play. She’d pretended then that it drove her crazy, though really it was the highlight of the season for her. After that, Nick had turned apologetic for a while and had said this would be the last year, no more short films, but the next year, they were at it again, and Gail was out with him in the woods, digging a grave for herself. That one, The Devil of Fever Swamp, had given her one of the worst head colds she’d ever had. He had lain her down in an icy pool and drowned her. He had beheaded her, gouged her, strangled her. In the five years they were married, Nick made an unwilling actress of Gail. They would come home again with their clothes ruined, covered in all that fake blood, white face putty and gasoline drippage from the chainsaws without chains on.
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Every fall, he and Gail and a makeshift crew of college friends would go out to the woods around Raleigh and film a horror movie to submit to the amateur festival in October. Gail’s husband, Nick, used to teach photography at a community college. In a stereogram these changes in the amplitude of the depth intervals are based on the same mechanisms as those responsible for size constancy.WINNER OF THE 2013 MATT CLARK FICTION PRIZE By contrast, the magnitude of the depth intervals in a stereogram are not constant but appear to increase in direct proportion to the increase in viewing distance. With changes in viewing distance, the viewing of real objects obeys the rules of depth constancy. Whereas the viewing of real objects and stereograms both obey the rules of size constancy, this is not the case with depth constancy.
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This conclusion comes out most clearly in relation to changes in viewing distance. However, a stereogram cannot be regarded as a proper model for the perception of depth in the case of a real 3-D object.
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The ability to perceive depth in a random-dot stereogram is a valuable test for the perception of retinal image disparities, whether they arise from the viewing of a stereogram or from the viewing of a real 3-D object.