It was the fall of 1969. I was eight years old at the time and usually didn't arrive home until around 4:00 P.M... The mile-long walk up the driveway to our farmhouse was tiring enough, but to add chores to the day was exhausting, especially for a young boy.
As I remember, the school closed early that day, but I dreaded going home because I knew extra chores would await me. A strange sense of uncertainty ran through me as I walked. As I crested the hill and passed the big silver barn, I heard the stirring of the horses in their stalls. Usually, they were quiet. But for some unknown reason, they seemed frantic. I could also hear the cackle of the thousands of chickens inside the barn.
When I finally arrived home, I walked into the house. My mother was sitting at the table with a hot cup of coffee in hand.
"Go change your clothes," she said with a smile. "I'll help you with your chores today."
"Alright!" I shouted with excitement and raced into my room. The school books I carried landed on the bed with a bounce. I quickly changed into my usual clothes for chores. Faded jeans and an old T-shirt made up my attire. When I finished dressing, I went back into the kitchen, and my mother was still at the table with the cup to her lips. She winked and set the coffee cup on the table.
"Are you ready?" Mom asked.
"Yup," I answered.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It must have startled Mom because she jumped out of her seat and almost spilled the coffee as her hand glanced at the side of the cup.
"Go start the chores and I'll be right out," she stated.
"Ok," I replied.
During the winter, deep snow covered the ground between the two structures. A two-hundred-foot underground passageway led from the basement of the farmhouse to the barn. Lights hung along the ceiling, but cobwebs dangled everywhere in the eerie, damp, and dingy tunnel.
I began to walk down the hall toward the basement door that led to the tunnel; I could hear Mom speak.
"Hello," she said as she placed the receiver to her ear. "What do you want?" She asked. "No, you called me," Mom stated sternly.
As I touched the doorknob, a loud voice sounded. "Don't go in the barn," rang in my ear. I turned and walked back into the kitchen where Mom was still on the phone.
"I thought you were going to start the chores?" She asked.
"You said don't go in the barn," I answered.
"No, I didn't. I'm talking to your grandmother," Mom replied. "Now go start, and I'll be right out."
I turned and walked back down the hall, while my mom and grandma argued about who called who. When I reached the basement door, the voice sounded again when the knob was touched. "Don't go in the barn!" It said, a little louder than before.
"Did you say something to me, Mom?" I asked.
"No!" She answered harshly.
Again I touched the knob, and once more the voice sounded, even louder and more forceful than the last. "Mom, quit telling me not to go in the barn," I shouted.
"I didn't say that!" Mom snapped. "Go start the chores now!" she said sharply.
This time I pulled the door open wide; the voice thundered in my head.
"Oh, my God!" Mom screamed.
She slammed the phone down, raced to where I stood, grabbed me, and pulled me back into the hallway. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"We have to leave!" Mom said with fear in her voice.
"Why?" I asked.
"Don't ask questions; we have to go now!" She shouted.
With me wrapped tightly in her arms, Mom raced out the door and ran toward the neighbor's house. As we passed the barn, smoke billowed from the vents. Within minutes, fire engulfed the entire barn. It spread so quickly that nothing could be done to save it. Mom wept as tears streaked down her cheeks. The neighbor stood with us in the driveway and explained that she had already called the fire department and also contacted my Dad, who was at work only a few miles away.
In the distance, sirens blared as the fire engines sped up the long drive. Lights flashed as they crested the hill. Dad was directly behind them. He stopped in the neighbor's driveway, bolted from his truck, and we embraced with watery eyes.
The fire was so intense that the firemen could not save the barn. So they concentrated on the farmhouse. After the flames had subsided and the smoke cleared, a massive pile of ashes was all that remained where the barn once stood.
Several months ago, Jerry was on top of the world. He had a good job, a nice home, and a beautiful wife. However, it all changed when the recession hit. His company downsized, and Jerry’s position was no longer needed. Over the next few months, his savings were depleted, and his home entered foreclosure. But what he treasured most was his wife, Becca. She had left him on a Tuesday morning.
That evening, Jerry stood in front of the medicine cabinet, depressed, angry, and alone. What he felt inside reflected on his face in the mirror. Jerry spoke as he opened the glass door, “I would give anything to have my life back to the way it was!” He looked at the several prescription bottles that rested on the shelves of the cabinet. As he picked each one up to read the label, he decided that particular medicine wouldn’t work.
When he grabbed the last bottle, a voice sounded. Jerry thought maybe his wife had returned. He placed the bottle down on the sink with the others and ran into the living room.
Instead of his wife being there, a commercial was on the television. The strange thing is that Jerry didn’t remember turning on the set. Maybe in his distraught state, he did.
Jerry curiously watched the ad. A man held a bottle in one hand and pointed to it with the other. The label read, Night Time Bliss. The man’s shrill voice echoed as he spoke, “Are you depressed, angry, and alone? Wish your life was back to normal?” It seemed very coincidental to Jerry. That was his exact thought only moments before, but he continued to watch anyway. “This sleep aid will give you the best night’s sleep you have ever had. It will remove anxiety, depression, or any other negative thought, along with helping you to fall asleep fast. Take back your life now for only nineteen-ninety-nine. Call 1-666-937-7685.”
Jerry watched as the man continued, “Still not convinced? Call right now, and you will not have to pay a dime. I will even waive the shipping.” Jerry picked up the phone that rested on the end table. Desperate to rid himself of the pain inside him, he dialed. A recorded voice on the other end spoke, “Thank you for your order.” Then the phone went dead.
Jerry thought he lost the phone connection, so he redialed the number. This time the recorded voice said, “We’re sorry. The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” As Jerry rubbed his forehead, he spoke, “That was strange.” He hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom. With the commercial embedded in his mind, he lay on the bed and fell quickly asleep. After hours of restlessness, he began to dream. Jerry stood on the sidewalk in front of his home. The man from the advertisement stood beside him. He spoke in the same shrill voice, “Here you are. A bottle of Night Time Bliss.”
Jerry abruptly awoke and said, “Wow, that was weird!” He sat up on the side of the bed. The early morning Wednesday sun peeked through the window. The weekly paper would be on the sidewalk, so Jerry stood and walked out to grab it. While he reached down to pick it up, the familiar shrill voice sounded, “Here is the bottle of Night Time Bliss you ordered.” Startled, Jerry stood quickly as the man from the commercial held the bottle in his hand.
Jerry asked, “How did you know where I live? I never told you.”
The man answered, “Today’s technology. It makes my job a lot easier.” He then placed the bottle in Jerry’s hand and continued, “There are four pills in this bottle. Take one every night for the next four nights. I will collect payment then. If you are satisfied with the results, of course.” The man turned and quickly walked away.
Bewildered by what just happened, Jerry walked back into his home. He stood at the kitchen counter and read the directions on the label. Take one tablet by mouth before bed. Jerry turned the cap to open the bottle. There were four blue and white capsules inside. He closed the bottle and spoke, “Well, I’ll see tonight if they work.”
That evening, Jerry dumped one of the pills into his palm, placed it in his mouth, and swallowed it. Jerry’s eyes began to close almost immediately. He rested his head on the pillow and instantly fell asleep. A dream entered his mind. He was standing in the kitchen when the phone rang. He answered it, “Hello.”
A voice on the other end spoke, “Jerry, this is Fred Gagnon from Dynotech.”
Jerry replied, “Yes, can I help you?”
Fred answered, “We have decided to reinstate your position if you are interested. You can start back on Monday.”
The excitement of the good news caused Jerry to wake instantly. He sat up and said, “I wish that would happen.” He then lay back down and once again fell immediately to sleep. However, there were no more dreams, just a peaceful and restful sleep.
The next morning, Jerry felt refreshed. His depression and anxiety were absent from him. While he fixed a cup of coffee, the phone rang. It startled him at first, but then he calmly walked over and answered the phone, “Hello.”
The conversation followed the dream precisely. As Jerry hung up the phone, excitement flowed through him. Then he realized that his dream had come true. Jerry couldn’t wait until evening. He spoke with enthusiasm, “This pill works. I feel great.”
That evening, Jerry took another pill. Anticipation filled him as he lay down. He wondered what dream would happen next. The moment his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep and began to dream. He stood in the kitchen. There was a knock at the front door. Jerry walked over and opened it. The bank manager stood in the doorway, and Jerry invited him in.
The man spoke, “I have some good news. I received a call from Fred Gagnon, and he explained that you would be going back to work on Monday.”
Jerry answered, “Yes, sir. That is correct.”
The man replied, “Because of your excellent payment history up until your job loss, we are taking your home out of foreclosure and adding the payments you are behind on to the end of the loan.”
Again, the excitement of the good news abruptly woke Jerry up. He said aloud, “I wonder if this dream will come true?” He laid his head back on the pillow and fell asleep. No other dreams entered his subconscious.
The next morning Jerry stood in front of the coffee maker. As he waited for the coffee to finish, a knock sounded at the door. Jerry raced to the door and quickly opened it. The bank manager stood there, and Jerry invited him in. Once again, the conversation followed the events as they happened in the dream the night before.
After the bank manager exited Jerry’s home, Jerry closed the door with a fist pump and an excited “Yes,” blurted from his mouth. He turned back, walked over to the coffee maker, and fixed a fresh cup of brew. He spoke, “This drug makes my dreams come true. I can’t wait until tonight.”
That evening Jerry slipped another pill into his mouth and lay on the bed. A dream began. This time he was outside watering the lawn. Becca drove into the driveway and exited her car. She spoke as she approached him, “I made a mistake. Can we go inside and talk?”
Jerry replied, “Yes.” He let the hose fall and motioned for her to enter the house. She walked into the living room, sat on the couch, and spoke, “I made a terrible mistake by leaving. I was hurt badly and didn’t know what to say. Can you forgive me and let me come back?”
Jerry replied, “Yes, of course!” They both stood and embraced as the dream ended.
The next morning, Jerry eagerly got dressed. He rushed out and began to water the lawn. Sure enough, Becca drove into the driveway. Jerry let the hose fall as Becca approached. He spoke, “Before you say anything, come inside.” The two entered, walked into the living room, and sat. Jerry spoke, “This is going to sound weird. I was in the bathroom looking for some sleeping pills the other night, and the television turned on all by itself. There was a commercial about this drug called Night Time Bliss. I was so depressed, I ordered a bottle.”
Becca interrupted, “What does the drug do?”
Jerry replied, “It takes away your bad feelings and makes your dreams come true.”
Becca replied in disbelief, “Really?”
Jerry continued, “I took a pill Wednesday night and dreamt I got my job back. The next morning Fred called, and it happened. I started back to work on Monday.”
Becca asked, “You're not joking around, are you?”
Jerry replied, “I’m not joking. It’s true. Then that night, I took another pill to see what would happen. I dreamt the bank manager came to the house and told me he took the house out of foreclosure and added the missed payments to the end of the loan. It happened, so we are not going to lose the house.”
Becca said, “This seems too far-fetched. Are you making this up?”
Jerry replied, “No. Please believe me. It’s true.” Becca shook her head, and Jerry continued, “Last night I took another pill. I dreamt you came to apologize for leaving and ask if you could come back to me. Here you are. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” Jerry got up and rushed into the bedroom. He retrieved the bottle, returned, and handed it to Becca.
She took the bottle and spoke, “Yes, I did come back to apologize, but this is just too unbelievable. It must be just a coincidence.”
Jerry replied, “You take one tonight, and you will see.”
Becca said, “I don’t know. Let me go get my things, and we can talk about it.” She stood, went out to her car, and grabbed her bag. When she returned, she placed it on the unmade bed as a voice inside her head said, “Go ahead, just try it.” She looked around the room, but no one was there. She shrugged her shoulders and began to lay her clothes back into the dresser.
Later that evening, as they lay in bed, Jerry asked, “So, are you going to take the pill?”
Becca replied, “Ok, I’ll take it.” She swallowed the last pill, and they both fell asleep. Her dream began with her driving to the coffee shop to get them breakfast. A loud pop sounded, and her car began to vibrate. She immediately pulled into the parking lot of Clark’s Auto Service. She called Jerry and explained that she blew a tire and would be home later. After Clark's fixed the tire, she continued toward the coffee shop as the dream ended.
The next morning, while they sat at the table, Becca spoke, “I think I’ll go down to the coffee shop to get us breakfast.”
Jerry answered as he nodded, “Okay. But what about your dream?”
Becca answered, “We’ll see if it comes true.”
Just as it happened in her dream, the tire blew in front of Clark’s. While the technician fixed the tire, Becca called Jerry and said, “You were right. The pill works. I blew a tire in my dream, and it just happened. I am at Clark’s Auto Service getting it fixed. Just as it was in my dream.”
Jerry grinned and replied, “I told you the pills work.” As Jerry hung up the phone, a knock sounded on the door. He walked over and opened it. The man from the commercial was standing there.
He asked, “Did you take all the pills?”
Jerry answered, “Yes.”
The man then asked, “Before I collect payment, are you satisfied with the results?”
Jerry replied, “The pills did what you said they would do. They took away all my bad feelings, and my life has returned to normal. Yes, I am satisfied.”
The man smiled as his face changed into a devilish form. He reached out his hand and touched Jerry’s chest as he spoke in a deep voice, “You said you would give anything. Your soul is your payment.”
Jerry screamed as the demon ripped Jerry's soul from him. His shriveled body fell lifeless to the floor. The man laughed loudly, “Another soul is mine.” He vanished as Becca walked through the door. She screamed and rushed over to Jerry’s body.
Immediately, she called for help. Becca knelt over Jerry with her hands cupped to her face and wept. Smoke began to rise from him, and the smell of rotting flesh filled the room. A deep, evil voice sounded as the sirens drew closer: “You’re next.”
The lights flicker momentarily as John and Carol sit at the kitchen table. Outside, the darkness is illuminated by sporadic strikes of lightning. Rumbles of thunder accompany the bright flashes as a fierce storm creeps closer to the couple's new home.
John stands and begins to search for candles among the unpacked boxes that scatter throughout the home. The lights flicker once again as another flash brightens the darkness outside. An immediate explosion of thunder shakes the walls. Carol races into John's arms. "Hold me," she says, shaking nervously.
John comforts her with a soft voice, "Everything will be okay. I found a candle, just in case we lose the power." He holds the flameless candle in his right hand while he hugs his pregnant wife. Another flash, even brighter than the previous ones, lights the night sky. John speaks, trying to calm Carol's nerves, "Let's sit on the couch and wait for the storm to pass." Carol agrees, trembling in John's arms.
John places the candle on the coffee table. The two sit and hold each other tightly. Another flash, another explosion, and darkness surrounds them. John immediately switches on the candle. Dim light filters into the room. The two snuggle together as the storm intensifies. Suddenly, a ball of light streaks into the house. It is absorbed into the television. Carol screams, "What was that?"
John replies, "I think it was ball lightning. I have heard of them, but never have seen one."
Moments later, all is quiet. The storm subsides. The television seems unharmed by the ball of light, but Carol thinks she hears a muffled voice coming from it. She asks, "Do you hear that?"
John answers, "Hear what?"
Carol says, "A voice coming from the TV."
John replies, "How can that be? The cable isn't hooked up yet. Plus the power is still out." He leans down, presses his ear against the screen, and says, "I hear nothing."
Carol replies, "That storm gave me the jitters. It must have been my imagination."
It is now after midnight. Carol places some blankets on the floor. John turns off the candle, and they quickly fall asleep. Hours pass, and Carol begins to dream. She sees a young boy standing in front of their television. His face and hands are bloody. Tears are running down his cheeks. Carol jumps up with a shout, startling John.
He asks, with concern, "What's wrong?"
Carol answers, fearfully, "I dreamt a young boy was in our living room standing in front of the TV. He was all bloody and crying."
John turns on the candle and says, "There is no one here. It was just a dream." He wraps his arms around Carol to comfort her. The two lay back down and fall asleep in each other's arms.
Morning arrives. Theywake up to the sun shining brightly through the curtainless windows. The power is now on. John says while he turns off the light switch in the living room, "Let's go out for breakfast. The cable guy won't be here until this afternoon."
Carol nods. "Do you want to try the diner on the corner of Fifth and Main?" she asks. "It looks like a quaint little place."
John replies, "Sounds good. It's only a few blocks from here. We can walk there."
Carol answers, "Okay."
The two dress and exit their home into the summer morning heat of the south. A bright blue sky is overhead. Hand in hand, they walk along the sidewalk that follows Main Street. As they pass by the local shops of the small town, Carol says, "I'm glad we moved from the big city. It's so peaceful and quiet here."
John replies, "Me too. Less traffic to deal with, no crowds of people pushing and shoving on the sidewalk, plus it's closer to my office."
Carol replies, "We're not living in that noisy apartment anymore either."
John is an accountant with an office on the outskirts of the city. Carol is a housewife who is four months pregnant. They have been married for three years and decided the big-city life would not be a good environment to raise a child.
They pass by a middle-aged man sitting on a wooden crate. His clothes are soiled and ripped. A shopping cart filled with all he owns is beside him. John and Carol stop. The man speaks, "Could you spare some change?"
Carol reaches into her purse and gets a ten-dollar bill. She walks over to the man and hands it to him. The man smiles, "Bless you, child." Grabbing Carol's hand, the man continues, "You have a kind heart. Tommy needs your help."
Carol says, trying to pull her hand away, "I just helped you."
The man repeats, "Tommy needs your help." He squeezes Carol's hand tighter.
Carol says as she yanks her hand free, "I helped you; now let go."
John says, pulling Carol towards him, "Let's go."
Carol and John immediately turn and walk away. The man again shouts, "Tommy needs your help." John glances back, and the man is no longer there.
Carol says, "I feel sorry for him, but that was a little unnerving."
The two turn and continue toward the diner, passing a small antique shop. Carol says, "There may be something in there for the house. Maybe I'll check it out tomorrow."
John replies, "Okay."
A block later, they arrive at the diner. Across the street is the local hotel. As they enter,r an elderly waitress greets them, "Welcome to Bucks. You can seat yourself. Someone will be right with you."
John points to an empty booth by the window. They sit across from each other as the same waitress arrives at the table. Placing two menus on the table, she says, "My name is Charlotte. I'll be your waitress this morning. Would you like some coffee?"
Both John and Carol answer simultaneously, "Yes, please."
Charlotte says, "Quite a storm last night."
John replies, "It was."
Charlotte walks away, and the couple looks at the menus. A few moments later, she returns with their coffees. She sets the cups down and asks, while pulling a pad from her apron, "Are you two new to the area? Haven't seen you in here before."
John answers, "Yes, we just moved into the neighborhood. Down on First."
Charlotte drops the pad, and with a blank stare, she asks, "The house on the corner?" Charlotte bends down and picks up the pad.
Carol answers, "Yes. Why do you ask?"
Charlotte replies, with a stutter, "Oh, no…no reason. Are you ready to order?"
John motions for Carol to go first. Carol orders a vegetable omelet and John a stack of pancakes. Charlotte's hands are shaking as she struggles to write down the order. She says, "I'll return with your food shortly," as she quickly walks away, glancing back several times.
Carol asks John, "Did you see the look she had? She looked scared when we said where we lived. Her hands were shaking, and she was acting strangely."
John shakes his head and asks, "You seem distant, though. Anything wrong?"
Carol answers, "I'm fine, still a little jittery from the storm, though. Plus that man freaked me out." While the food is being prepared, Carol sits entranced in thought. What did the voice from the television and the dream mean? Were they connected somehow? The incident with the homeless man also runs through her mind.
Charlotte returns and sets the food down. She says, "Enjoy," then quickly walks away.
John says, "She is acting a little odd since we told her where we lived."
Carol replies, "Yes. I wonder why?"
They finish eating, and John notices Charlotte talking to another waitress. When Charlotte realizes John sees them, they stop talking and go in different directions. However, both of them keep glancing toward John and Carol. John also notices most of the other patrons are staring at them. He says, "They all keep looking at us. I think we should go." John speaks up, "Check, please."
Charlotte hurries over,r places the check down on the table, and quickly walks away. John reaches for his wallet and pulls out a twenty. John and Carol get up and walk toward the door. John gives the twenty to Charlotte and says, "Keep the change."
Charlotte thanks them as John and Carol exit the diner. While they pass by the window, Carol glances in and sees everyone staring at her. She turns to John and says, "That was strange."
John replies, "I guess we won't be going in there again."
They arrive back at their house. There is a note from the cable company on the door. It states they wouldn't be able to hook up the cable because the storm damaged their satellite dish, and they will be contacted later for a future appointment.
John speaks, "I guess no TV for a while."
Carol replies, "We have plenty to do. The TV can wait."
When they enter the house, Carol goes into the kitchen. John stands in the living room. A strange crackling noise is coming from the television. John walks over to it. His first thought is that the ball lightning may have damaged it. John shouts, "The TV is making strange noises!"
Carol answers, "We will get a new one before the cable guy comes back. I'm going to start unpacking in the kitchen. Can you start in there?"
John looks at the unplugged power cord and answers, "Okay." He thinks maybe the ball of light energized the television somehow. Then the noise subsides. For the next several hours the two unpack. It is late afternoon, and John is in the bedroom. A muffled voice sounds; John shouts, "Did you say something?"
Carol answers, with urgency, "No, but can you come here, please!" John hurries into the kitchen. Every cabinet door is open. Carol's body is trembling. Nervously, she speaks, "I was making some coffee, and when I turned around, all the doors were open."
John begins to close the doors when a loud snap comes from the living room. The two rush in and see that the television is on, but there is no volume. The image on the screen is a young boy covered in blood.
Carol, in shock, says, "My God, that is the same boy that was in my dream last night. What's going on?"
John answers, "I don't know." He looks down at the unplugged cord and says, "It's not even plugged in."
As the two stare at the image on the television, the boy raises his arms and begins to move toward them. Pressing his hands against the inside of the screen, the boy says, "Help me." Then his hands penetrate through the television screen. Carol screams. John grabs her hand and yells, "We need to go." They run to the door and exit their home. Quickly, they get in their vehicle and race down the street to the hotel.
With their hearts still pounding in fear, John says to the hotel clerk, "We need a room for a few nights."
The clerk replies, with a peculiar look, "Smoking or non-smoking?"
John answers, "Anything, just give us a room."
John and Carol lay on the hotel bed. Carol says, "I don't think I can go back to that house."
John replies, "I will go to the Realtor tomorrow and see what our options are." They snuggle together and fall asleep.
Images of the boy return to Carol's subconscious as she sleeps. The boy is walking towards her with outstretched arms. "Help me, don't leave," the boy cries. Carol is unable to move; he wraps his arms around her. A calmness flows through Carol's body. She wakes and shakes John to wake him.
John says, in a groggy voice, "What's wrong?"
Carol answers, "Nothing. I had another dream about the boy. I think something happened to him in that house, and I think Charlotte knows something about it. I also believe he is asking for my help." After a brief pause, Carol continues, "Don't go to the Realtor just yet; I'm going back to the diner to talk with Charlotte."
John replies, "I have an important client meeting tomorrow at the office, so I need to be there. Are you going to be okay?"
Carol answers, "Yes, I believe I will."
Morning arrives, and John and Carol return to their home to get some clothes. John drops Carol off at the diner and drives to his office. Carol enters and sits in the same booth as the day before. Charlotte comes over and, in a surprised voice,e says, "You're back. I am so sorry about yesterday."
Carol replies, "It's okay. I think I know why. Can we talk, please? It's important."
Charlotte nods and shouts as she sits down across from Carol, "I'm going on break!"
Carol speaks, "Strange things began to happen when we got back home yesterday. Do you know what's going on in that house?"
Charlotte sighs and answers, "Two years ago this week, Zack Taylor came home from work, found his wife and stepson were gone, but there were pools of blood everywhere. The police investigated and determined the blood was from his wife and stepson. They also determined that the amount of blood that was there, his wife and child were most likely dead. Poor Tommy, he was such a sweet boy."
Carol responds, "Oh my. That's terrible! Wait a minute. The homeless man we helped yesterday said I needed to help Tommy. Do you know who the old man is?"
Charlotte answers, "He's Tommy's grandfather. He was so distraught from losing his daughter and grandson; he gave up on life."
Carol responds, "Wow, so sad. What about Zack?"
Charlotte continues, "The authorities suspected Zack of the murders, but there are no bodies or a murder weapon. Last year, as a matter of fact, exactly one year ago this week, Zack was killed in a car accident. The case is still ongoing, but there is no new evidence. That's it, nothing else to tell."
Carol replies, "I've been seeing images of a bloody boy in the house. Last night I dreamt a boy covered in blood asked me for help as he hugged me. That boy must be Tommy."
Charlotte says, as she immediately stands, "I have to get back to work. Good luck to you and your husband."
Carol says to Charlotte, as she walks by, "Thank you so much."
As Carol is walking down Main Street toward her home, thoughts of Tommy and his mother give her the chills. She arrives home and enters the living room. Reluctantly, she shouts, "Tommy, I know what happened to you and your mom. Don't be afraid; I won't hurt you!"
A muffled voice sounds, but Carol understands it. "Don't leave. I don't want to be alone. It's cold and dark," a child's voice says.
Carol speaks in a comforting voice, but with internal fear, "It's okay. You're not alone. I am here." Suddenly, a loud hum sounds from the television. Tommy's image appears on the screen. His hands push through it. A pulsating ball of light exits his hands and begins to move toward Carol. She backs slowly and stumbles onto the couch. The light is only inches from her face, but a calm feeling develops inside her, knowing it is Tommy asking for help. She reaches up, cups the light in her hands, and visions of the past fill her mind. She sees their living room. A young boy stands motionless, crying. Yelling erupts.
Behind the boy is a man stabbing a woman repeatedly. The boy runs to the woman and yells, "Daddy, stop hurting mommy." The man grabs the boy and begins stabbing him also. The vision fades into the man digging a hole in the dirt surrounded by concrete walls. The vision then transforms into a door closing, concealing the grave. The next vision is the man placing a large cabinet in front of the door. The image vanishes, and a warmth travels throughout Carol's body. "We won't leave," she says aloud, "I understand now."
The light lifts from her hands and vanishes. The television screen goes dark, and the hum subsides. Carol gets up and goes into the basement. In the far corner is the same cabinet as in the vision. She is unable to move it because bolts are holding it against the wall. Carol quickly calls John. He answers, but before he can speak, Carol excitedly says, "I'm at home. You need to come here as quickly as you can. I'll explain when you get here."
John replies, "What's going on?"
Carol says, "Just come home, please."
John returns home. Carol meets him at the door with a big hug and says, "I have got to tell you what happened today."
John asks, "What?"
Carol replies, "I talked with Charlotte. Come to find out the visions I am having are from a boy named Tommy. He and his mother were killed in this house two years ago this week. The bodies were never found, but Zack Taylor, Tommy's stepfather, was suspected of the murders. Strangely, Zack died in a car accident exactly a year ago."
John answers in amazement, "Really!"
Carol continues with excitement, "The homeless man is Tommy's grandfather and somehow knew Tommy needs my help. It shocked me at first, but now I realize Tommy wants us to find his and his mother's remains."
John, speechless, listens intently to Carol as she continues, "I had another vision today. Zack did kill them. He buried the bodies behind a door that is hidden by a large cabinet. Just like the one in our basement."
John says, "This is a little hard to comprehend."
Carol says, "I know now Tommy is asking for our help. Don't be startled." Carol turns toward the television and says, "Tommy, it's okay;y come to us."
The television screen reveals the same image as before. The light emerges from Tommy's hands. It slowly approaches John. Carol says, "Cup your hands and let it settle in them." John cups his hands; adrenaline flows through him as the light rests in his palms. John sees the same visions,s and a sense of compassion fills him. John says aloud, "We won't leave. We will help you."
The light rises from John's palms and is absorbed back into Tommy's hands. The television screen goes dark, and the hum subsides.
Carol says, "We need to contact the authorities."
John calls the local police department. When an officer answers, John says, "My name is John Fredrick. We live on the corner of First and Main. We have information about the murders of the Taylor family two years ago. Could you send someone over?"
Fifteen minutes later, two officers arrive. One of the officers says, "I am Detective Jones, and this is Detective Jiles. What is this information you have?"
John says, "Come in, please."
The four sit in the living room. Carol begins to explain, "I've been having visions of a young boy covered in blood. The vision I had today is that I saw a man stabbing a woman, then the same man stabbing a young boy in this living room."
Jiles says, "You're kidding, right?"
John says, "No, come into the basement. We will show you."
The two detectives follow John and Carol. In the far corner is a large cabinet. John says, "This is the cabinet that's in the visions. There should be a door behind it. If not, then we are as crazy as you think we are."
John unbolts the cabinet from the wall. The three men slide it away, revealing a door. Jones opens the door and shines his flashlight into the darkness. In the middle of the floor is a mound of dirt. A shovel is sticking out of the dirt pile. Jones looks at John and says, "If you're right, there should be bones buried here."
Jones hands Jiles the flashlight and begins to dig. Almost immediately, a blood-stained knife is found. A few scoops later,r bloody cloth is uncovered. Jones brushes the remaining dirt away,y revealing a child's skeleton wrapped in bloody clothes. Jones says, "If this is the Taylors, then this case is solved." Jiles calls into headquarters, "I need the coroner and a forensics team at First and Main, stat."
John and Carol stand back as a dozen men and women investigate the area. Suddenly, glowing silhouettes rise from the bones of Tommy and his mother. Tommy's spirit floats over to John and Carol. A smile forms on Tommy's face, then he floats up and joins his mother's glowing form. John and Carol embrace.
The doorbell rings. Carol says, "I'll go see who it is." She walks up the stairs and goes to the door. Tommy's grandfather is standing there. Carol opens the door. The man says, "Thank you for helping Tommy." Carol stands in the doorway, watching the man walk away. Her heart fills with delight.
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