ASMSG Scifi Fantasy Paranormal Emagazine April 2015 | Page 26

“Every time it rains at night I have the same strange
dream. I’m walking in the rain, drenched, and a song
is playing. I follow it but can’t figure out where it’s
coming from. Last time I had the dream a chest came
out of nowhere. It was a simple wooden chest. An
ominous man appeared and was chasing me, that is
how I found the chest. I was ready to jump inside it
when I awoke. Your mom was here. That was the
weekend we went shopping with Priscilla and Kaila.
Will you stay the night? I don’t want to be alone.”
Jerry held me tight and said, “For you, anything.”
Can he feel the fear inside me? I wondered. We headed
back into the building and even before the door had
shut a crash of thunder wailed through the sky.
I jumped at the sound and apprehensively responded,
“You heard that, it wasn’t that far away. It’s going to
storm!” It was as loud as the shotgun burst I had
heard at Eighteen Eclipse Lane. I barely completed
my thought when lightning lit up the sky like
fireworks.
“I think you’re right, it sounds and looks like a storm.
I have an early day tomorrow, let’s hit the sack,” he
admitted I was right. Did my ears deceive me? This
was a first; we crawled into my bed together.
He went right to sleep but I was too upset. We had
never fought, ever. I had to take care of this before
our wedding so it wouldn’t interfere with our
happiness. A barrage of thoughts circulated in my
head, leaving me unable to sleep. I took a seat in my
comfy reading chair. At some point I dozed off for a
few minutes but was awoken by another thunder
burst.
I peered out my window. She was back standing
below it. The rain dripped off of her as she stood, her
face angled towards the ground as always. Who stands
in the rain? If this is Eilida why can’t I see her face? Terror
gripped me and I was scared, but I had been learning
to face my fears. I threw on my sneakers which lay
beside my bed and snuck out of the bedroom, careful
not to wake Jerry. There was a flashlight I kept inside
by the counter. I grabbed it and traipsed outside
through the back door. She was gone again. I walked
to her exact spot, where small foot impressions were
left in the ground.
I asked the air around me, “Who are you? How can I
help you?” The air didn’t respond.
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In the safety of my bedroom, I changed from my wet
clothes into dry ones and jumped into bed curling up
next to Jerry. His heartbeat lulled me to sleep.
Within minutes I had fallen asleep and entered
dreamland. The rain came down stronger now.
Instead of squalls flowing in and out, it was steady.
My clothes and body were thoroughly soaked but I
could now clearly see the face and hear the song, a
lullaby. The face was a beautiful young woman with
raven black hair and eyes that were pools of blue. As I
walked closer, it became evident that she was holding
a baby. The child had curls of wild brown hair
spiraling around her head. She was no more than a
couple years old and sleeping. From within I felt an
obligation - no; more a force to continue. It wasn’t a
choice. The woman laid the baby down gently and
very quietly walked out through the door.
The walls of the house suddenly closed in around me
and I was inside the house, inside the baby’s room.
Outside the window the rain persevered. The winds
were strong and there were redbud trees that blew
sideways from the strengt