Seven years ago, a young lady named Sally came all the way to Hartford, Connecticut from Puerto Rico to live. Her mother, stepfather and she lived in a small old house, which had been built in the 1800s. The three storey building had been divided into four apartments and so was rather short on space. The three of them lived in what used to be the attic. It boasted a bathroom, bedroom, kitchen and living room. Sally, excited and wide eyed about coming to America had been content to make the couch in the living room her bed while her mother and stepfather slept in the sole bedroom. She slept with her head at the window and her feet pointing towards the kitchen.
One night, she lay awake, listening to her parent's snores, unable to get to sleep for some reason. She tossed and turned and wiped the sweat away from the back of her neck. Sitting up and feeling very irritable, she yawned and wondered why this was happening since she slept fine on the couch for the past two weeks. She looked at the living room clock, which said that it was just past midnight. She was rubbing her eyes and yawned again, and was about to lie back down when she saw something at the corner of her eye. Turning to the kitchen, she saw a bright, even though it did not stretch very far, white light emanating from behind the counter. Trying to blink away whatever sleep she had been trying to attain, she stared at the sight in amazement, trying to figure out what it was. Scared to move, knowing that someone, or something, had to be causing the light, she stayed frozen in her seat. The light began to grow brighter and with its growing intensity came something that sally remembers seven years later as if it happened yesterday.
She heard a voice, At first it sounded like music; a tune which was coming from a radio far away. But as it got louder, she realized that it sounded like a woman singing. It was coming from behind the counter. All she knew to do was to lie down and close her eyes. She did not know when the music stopped or when she fell asleep but she remembered what happened the minute she woke up the next morning. 'Sally', her mother had asked, 'What were you doing at four in the morning?' Confused, she told her mother that she was asleep. 'You are not lying to me are you?' She probed. 'Because I could have sworn I heard you singing in the kitchen.'
One night, she lay awake, listening to her parent's snores, unable to get to sleep for some reason. She tossed and turned and wiped the sweat away from the back of her neck. Sitting up and feeling very irritable, she yawned and wondered why this was happening since she slept fine on the couch for the past two weeks. She looked at the living room clock, which said that it was just past midnight. She was rubbing her eyes and yawned again, and was about to lie back down when she saw something at the corner of her eye. Turning to the kitchen, she saw a bright, even though it did not stretch very far, white light emanating from behind the counter. Trying to blink away whatever sleep she had been trying to attain, she stared at the sight in amazement, trying to figure out what it was. Scared to move, knowing that someone, or something, had to be causing the light, she stayed frozen in her seat. The light began to grow brighter and with its growing intensity came something that sally remembers seven years later as if it happened yesterday.
She heard a voice, At first it sounded like music; a tune which was coming from a radio far away. But as it got louder, she realized that it sounded like a woman singing. It was coming from behind the counter. All she knew to do was to lie down and close her eyes. She did not know when the music stopped or when she fell asleep but she remembered what happened the minute she woke up the next morning. 'Sally', her mother had asked, 'What were you doing at four in the morning?' Confused, she told her mother that she was asleep. 'You are not lying to me are you?' She probed. 'Because I could have sworn I heard you singing in the kitchen.'
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