3:40 AM, I was dreaming, it was the present and I was in someone’s house. it was the middle of the night. I heard the downstairs door open, a voice screamed, “Evelyn!!!” the man, I could hear, was wheezing and all messed up. the man, of course was my grandfather, my dead grandfather.

my grandmother, who is still alive, immediately rose up from her chair and went to him.

me, I froze, my entire body locked up with fear. and I woke, half thinking, more than half thinking, I was about to receive a phone call that my grandmother had been taken to the hospital.

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