Haley shook at the thought of the reoccurring dream. She had no idea why the dream kept going on and why it had something to do with her mother. Her sweet and innocent mother who was torn away from her for no apparent reason at all. Her father would not tell Haley who crashed into her mother. The only thing she had found out was on the Channel 8 News. It didn't help very much. All they told was of a horrible car crash on Winter Street the night of February 12, 2005, and that one was found dead at the scene. Who did it? No clue. But, why? Drunk driving. One of the worst but, most common causes of car crashes. She thought over the dream and tried to see if it would have anything to do with the crash. No. The only thing that related was her mother and she did not want to think about her right now.
"I am the wind blowing through your hair." Haley stated to herself trying to take her mind off of the crash. What relates to the wind? Invisibility, relaxation, cold, spirit. Wait. Spirit? She went into a deep thought retracing over what she had just said. Was someone trying to communicate with her? Someone on this planet she stood on or someone from the other side? Her eyes widened as she thought of her mother trying to communicate with her. No, it couldn't be. "Haley, your just flying into conclusions." She told herself. She sat down. But, if this was related to her mother why would she be hiding under her stairs? No clue. Let's go back to that thought later. "I am the who when you call 'Who's there?'" she said "I am the who." My mother be a who? Possibility.
She glanced over at the music box sitting peacefully on her dresser. The beautiful shapes of hearts and flowers were carved into the wood almost perfectly. Haley walked over to it and dusted it off. Scared to open it she stared at it in some kind of awe. She laid it down on the bed. Pushing her glasses farther up onto her lightly freckled nose she looked at it once again. Steadily she placed her right hand on the music box opening it slightly. She music started to play and she thought of the dream once again.
"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?'" She sang in great tune. The words they went together perfectly with the rhythm of the music. Haley was onto something. Something, that would bring her into great depths of mystery and truth.
