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Haunting Echoes Sarah and even living with her as companion housekeeper, she rarely witnessed anything at first hand. There had been ample proof of life after death – both Sarah and Clarrie were psychic, although in different ways and even the police sought their help sometimes but, knowing that the sounds in the night were not of this world, thrilled her to the core. When sufficiently recovered, Polly listened with mounting excitement as Sarah recounted her dream. “I was standing on the grass verge of a busy road when the dream began. The nearness and speed of the traffic woke me within what seemed like minutes. Then I fell asleep again and gradually realised that I was in the same place. Even in my dream I was surprised and thought it odd to be back there, but I walked to a crossroad where there was a signpost.” “What did the sign say?” Polly asked breathlessly. Sarah frowned in concentration and obviously could not remember. Then she explained how the hammering noise distracted her and she saw someone nailing something to a nearby tree. Looking back along the road, Sarah saw two people putting posters up on each side of the road, to face oncoming traffic. They were on the outskirts of a town about half a mile away, beyond them. Answering Polly’s stream of questions helped Sarah to squeeze the most out of her memory. The people were middle-aged. They were neatly, but not expensively dressed. The cars were not modern but most did not look old. Sarah distinguished a Hillman Minx exactly like one her mother drove in the early 50’s… “It looked brand new,” she added, realising that whatever someone was trying to tell her, it was something that had been troubling them for nearly half a century. 15