As darkness covered her eyes, momentary panic overwhelmed her because the shadows were so thick. Is this what it will be like forever?
“No, Anna, there is light waiting for you, but you’re not done yet,” a voice whispered in the darkness.
Quickly opening her eyes, she scanned the room. At the end of her bed, she saw a shadow. “Who’s there?” Her weak voice tried to reach the specter.
A cold breeze echoed throughout the dusty, dingy room. The figure became clearer as Anna grappled with her fading consciousness. It’s a man, an old man, gray and unshaven. It took a moment, but her weary mind grasped a vision of her husband looking like that just before his death. Scared at the thought of seeing him again, her voice quivered into the empty room, “Walter? Is that you, Walter?”
The apparition inched closer. Anna’s hands shook as she grappled to pull the sheet up over her face. “No, please, Walter. Go away,” she pleaded. “Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
The specter seemed to stop moving, hovering there, and the voice became a whisper. “I can’t hurt you anymore, Anna.” Anna slowly pulled the sheet down and watched with wide, fearful eyes as darkness surrounded the vision; it began to fade. Pain-filled words echoed, “Don’t come yet. I don’t want you to suffer this pain. Set your life right, Anna.”
“I don’t understand,” she whimpered.
The voice grew louder. “I didn’t do right by you, Anna. We didn’t do right by them. You have to do right by them. You can’t come yet, Anna. You can’t come yet.” The words were so tortured that Anna quickly pulled the covers up over herself again, cowering lower in the bed, shivering with fear.
The sounds were farther away now, echoes in the quiet room. “Set your life straight, Anna. Do right by them . . . do right by them.” The voice faded, and Anna could feel in the air that the ghost had disappeared.
The room was eerily quiet except for her own labored breathing. “I don’t know what you mean. I don’t understand . . .” she cried.
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