The Basement
The latch was a flimsy little lock that even a child could break, but whatever it was kept shaking the door until it suddenly stopped. I stayed frozen in the dark for another half hour before I dared to leave. The basement had tiny windows that only a cat could fit through, and all were locked, just like my door was bolted from the inside. Eventually, I found a better place to rent and moved out relieved a few weeks later.
Mom
The Cat
The next morning, I proudly told my parents, who sadly said that Cirmi had been hit by a car, the neighbor told them, and she had already been buried. So Cirmi couldn’t have cuddled with me the night before, but I’m sure she visited to let me know she loved me, even though I only knew how to love her like a child.
The Room
I sent the boy upstairs to get a toy, and when he returned, he asked why there were two of me. He said he met me upstairs too. The third time was when I was a teenager, showering, and I heard my mom calling me, then stopping. When I stepped out and met her in the hallway, she froze and said she’d just talked to me in my room. I don’t know what my room really is – maybe a portal to another dimension, or maybe my own spirit lives there?
The Visit
The next morning, I asked my mother-in-law who the kind lady was, but she had no idea what I meant. I described her long white hair and blue dress. My mother-in-law’s face drained of color, and without a word, she found a photo. “Yes, that’s her,” I said. She then told me it was her mother, who had died 25 years ago and was buried in that blue dress.
