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nothing untoward, so she dismissed her wave of
depression. Eventually, whatever caused it would be
revealed and there was no point in worrying until it
was.
During the night, Sarah’s sleep was disturbed
several times, and always, as she emerged from her
dreams, they seemed very real. It was like watching a
film, which took up where it left off as sleep claimed
her again. At six-o-clock, giving up any hope of
relaxing, Sarah went down to the kitchen – a cup of
hot chocolate might help. To her surprise, the lights
were on and Polly had already boiled the kettle.
“I was going to bring you a drink. I knew you were
awake,” Polly said as she poured scalding water into
the two waiting mugs.” In answer to Sarah’s immediate
query as to how she had known, Polly sounded
surprised… “Why, the banging, of course – and I was
wondering what you could possibly be hammering in
the middle of the night. Has something broken or were
you hanging pictures?”
Sarah’s dream came vividly back to mind. She
actually had been watching someone else wielding a
hammer as they put up posters along a country lane.
She wondered when she woke up if a message lay in
the strong imagery but she was always cautious about
attributing meanings to dreams and tended to look
elsewhere for corroboration before taking them
seriously. The fact that Polly also heard the ghostly
noise was a good reason for accepting that it was
definitely an attempt to gain her attention, so Sarah
decided to divulge every detail of her vision.
When Polly realised that she had actually heard
sounds that emanated from the ‘other world’ (for what
other explanation could there be?) she sat heavily and
almost fainted with shock. In all the years she’d known
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