Suddenly she opened her eyes. Everything was as normal as it could be. In the faded beam of light coming from the window, where she had moved the curtains a bit, she saw someone covered in mud sitting on the chair placed opposite her bed.
She was shocked and tried to settle her vision but could not make out. The person was just staring strangely. She tried to shout but to her dismay, her voice was choked. Nothing came out.
She even tried to get up but her folded hands refused to open up. How hard she may try, but her body didn’t respond the way she wanted.
To her surprise, the person on the chair vanished and a small boy of Ten or Twelve, sat in his place with same grimace. At this moment a muffled but heavy sound escaped her throat.
Her husband pulled her into his arms and comforted her. That night she could not sleep again. There was only one thought in her mind, could it be true, that the spirits do dwell along with alive people and make their appearences sometimes to make their presence known. Or of it true, that an empty chair is not actually empty, in the night or spirits really do look at you while you are asleep and sometimes peep into your dreams?