Whispers in the Night

“Last night, I woke up to the sound of someone softly crying at the foot of my bed.

Half-asleep, I whispered, ‘Mom?’… but the house was empty. The crying suddenly

stopped, and a cold breath touched my ear as a voice whispered, ‘I’m not your mom.’

When I turned on the light, the imprint of someone sitting on my bed was still there—slowly

rising, as if standing up.”