28 Days until Halloween
"Heavenly Slumber"
By: Stacey L. Bolin
Music to accompany this story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7umg6ZrIEH8&feature=related
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?"
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"
Until tomorrow - Blog you later.
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 fell 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's 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 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.
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