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28 Days until Halloween

"Heavenly Slumber"

By: Stacey L. Bolin
Music to accompany this story:
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On a beautiful sunny day in Laconia, New Hampshire a young housewife at the age of 22, who lived on Fair Street with her husband and infant daughter, tended to her daily responsibilities, while being consumed by this endless feeling of needing to rest. She had never been one to nap during the afternoon, as it often made her feeling nauseated and run down when she would awake, but on this day her need to rest prevailed. She had made her husband his lunch and then sent him on his way back to work. She laid the baby in her crib, outside of the usual routine of a diaper change and feeding. Her mind was fixed on her need to do nothing more than rest. She had no idea what truly lay and wait for her.

Responsive to the sounds of the world outside her bedroom window, she lay on her bed with her eyes closed taking a quiet moment to herself as she easily feel into a twilight sleep. He eyes displayed images of a town that she knew all too well. The weather was perfect as she felt her adult self, running down the side walk on Main St. in the town of Franklin, New Hampshire to a brick building called the Odd fellas Block. When she came to the double doors, a familiar face looked at her. "Grandpa?" she thought, "but he had passed away years ago. What is he doing here?" Without a word spoken, he opened the double doors and pointed in a direction that encourage her to enter the building.

She continued to run, making her way up the stairs and through the musty smelling, dark and winding corridor. She recalled the high ceilings and the halls with no windows. It was a multipurpose building back in its day. The first floor was a drugstore, which had a meeting hall upstairs, along with a billiard room for members only, a doctor’s office and four apartments - one of which was where her grandmother had lived. As she opened the door to what used to be her grandmother apartment. There she was met with another familiar face, which too had passed away, long before her grandfather, but was doing what he always had done in those years she remembered. He was looking in their refrigerator for something to eat. When he realized she was standing there, he never said a word, just simply pointed for her to continue down the hallway of the apartment.

She stopped and marveled at the two panels of curtains that hung as a door that was once her grandmother’s bedroom. Her memories had never let her forget how high these ceiling had been in the building and the curtains that had hung from them all those years. As she pushed the curtains to the side, her eyes became fixed on the room and the things within - it was her grandmother’s bedroom. As she looked around the room, all the furniture was in its proper place, with the exception of the bed. In the area where her bed once stood was cloud like image that had been filled with the lightest blue, pink, and purple colors that were soft and Serene to look at. As she continued to look at its beauty, she was met with an image of a face that she had longed to see - her grandmother who had passed away a few months earlier.

Her hair appeared so soft and the color was so beautiful. Her skin was flawless and angelic looking. There was only one word she could describe the beauty before her very eyes - heavenly. Throughout out her entire dream, nobody had ever said a word to her until that very moment when the image of her grandmother simply said, "I'm alright now." Immediately she was jolted from her dream as she lay on the bed in the same place when she first closed her eyes. She was shaken that she had heard her grandmother’s voice. Never in all of her dreams, had she ever heard any voice but her own. Instinctively she wanted to call her mother to share with her what had just happened, but knew that her mother was one that did not speak of death or of those who passed. She recalled that it took her mother ten years to talk about when her husband had passed away, but the pain was still there even after all of these years.

She feared it would upset her mother to no end, if she talked about the passing of her mother's mother, who had been ill for a very long time, but something inside her made her pick up the phone later that day and share with her what had just happened, in spite of her mother’s wish to push talks of the dead, aside. Her mother had just gotten out of work and had been home a short while when her phone rang. The conversation revolved around, the baby, the husband, the housework, the usual, until she got to courage up to share the story about her dream. As she final reached the end of her story, her mother began to cry and responded, "I feel so much better as I always wondered - is she alright now."

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So I ask you, upon reading this - what do you believe? Is this story Fact or Fiction? Join me tomorrow to get the truth about the story you have just read and try to figure out the mystery behind tomorrows spooky tale - "The Flash"

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