The family lived in my Grandmother's old apartment on Maitland Street. The
I remember thinking "Oh yeah. The electricity doesn't work in this room. How are we going to get that fixed now that the landlord has died?"
I walked across the room to the closet and opened the door to peer inside. The apartment was on the third floor but when my Grandmother lived there she was on second. Inside the closet on the floor were stuffed animals set up in a circle. I knew that I had done it. I said, "Well, we can run an extension cord from the other room into this one so that we will have electricity in here."
I noticed that the overhead light had turned on but as soon as I noticed – it went out. The closet was cold. At this point I realized that I wasn't fully asleep nor was I fully awake.
I was cold because our bedroom window was open.
I peered into the closet and saw a vent. The closet looked and felt more like an attic than a closet and the vent was that like the ones I’ve seen in attics with no windows. I was about to step into the closet / attic when I heard my name called over my left shoulder.
I felt uneasy.
I knew it wasn't my husband who had called my name. He was sleeping beside me in bed. It wasn't the voice of either my son or daughter who were sleeping in their own rooms. It was a woman's voice.
I looked over my shoulder but no one was there. But I instructively knew I wouldn’t see anyone. As I was about to step into the attic / closet I thought "Grandma?"
… as my alarm went off.
But I knew that voice wasn't Grandma’s.