Tears were pouring from Haley's eyes as she sat up in her bed. The newly washed sheets and bed spread were now soaked with the tear drops of a scared girl. Shaken, she thought of the horrific dream that had just awaken her. The dream was silent and steady with no ghosts, goblins, or monsters under your bed. Those were the normal dreams that scared her. All the things that went "bump in the night". This dream was different. Nothing was seen, just heard. The tick of an on going clock, the squeak of a near by mouse and the voice of an unknown stranger. But with the pleasant music of her mom's cherished music box that she held close to her.

She thought about the dream, her brilliant blue eyes looking at the bed spread. The man's voice it was low and fast-paced. He kept repeating the same small verse of maybe a song or a saying of some kind.

"I am the one hiding under your stairs. I the wind blowing through your hair and I am the who when you call 'Who's there?'"

And the music box why, oh why was it playing? Some kind of message? Unknown of the cause or meaning of this dreamed she lay back down.

Why would her mother's music box be playing throughout her dream? She loved the music box. It brought back the loving memories of her mom before the accident that took for life. The worst day of Haley's life. The crying came back as she lay in bed. Soon deciding that it would be time to get back to sleep Haley turned out the light and fell back asleep only to have the same dream over and over again for the next two days.