Every night I would lay in bed but for some reason it always seemed
like something kept me awake. One night as I drifed to sleep a
light elegant piano began to play leading the sound of a beautiful
opra sining woman as she sang. It was as if she had mesmerised me
because all I heard was the sound of my voice being called. I
followed the to what I can remeber as outside. When I woke up the
next morning my mother was yelling and frantic. She said she woke up
and the front door was wide open. I never told her it was me.
However after that night every night untill we moved I had a dream.
The sound of the ewomans voice repeated live over and over and I am
locked in what seems to me like a storage room but I never get out
I guess living in that house was like being captivated I one room.
How about that!!!!!!!!!