Sixty-four year old Faye Becker was enjoying a rare good night’s sleep when her blissful reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of breaking glass from the front of her house. She rolled on her side closest to her night stand to peer through mostly closed eyes at her clock which read exactly midnight. She mumbled to herself, “Just my luck. When I finally get these old bones to stop hurting enough so I could get some rest, somebody decides to cause a ruckus.” As she glanced at the clock, she took a few seconds to debate if that noise was just a part of her dreams. Her inner argument was settled when the sound of glass shattering assaulted her ears once again. Having come to the realization that the unwelcome din was not a figment of her imagination, she abruptly sat up in bed. Unfortunately for this widow of a local civil rights hero, the sound of windows in her home being smashed in the middle of the night was not a new thing. Still, with her husband being dead for four years and with most of her days spent nursing her sore arthritic knees; she was surprised to be going through this again. Back when her husband, Jeb, was alive and active as a local civil rights leader, she recalled tip-toeing behind him as he crept down the hall to investigate the mysterious noises she always seemed to hear before he did. Instinctively reaching her arm to the other side of the bed, she was reminded that her husband’s reserved spot was still empty. Swallowing the sob that always threatened to show up unannounced whenever she went through this ritual of reaching for her husband, Faye moaned, “I feel so alone.”
Immediately after those words left her mouth, she sensed something different. In the darkness of her room, she carefully looked around while she slowed her breathing. Looking and listening intently, Faye was getting ready to chide herself for letting her imagination get away from her. Just then, she noticed something that wasn’t only different, but also very strange. In her mind, the best word she could come up with to describe what she perceived was “presence”.
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