Emily explained that she had dreamed about standing in the side yard of our old family home. In the dream, she wore the yellow raincoat she had owned as a little girl. She was staring toward my bedroom window, desperately trying to warn someone inside. I asked what time she had awakened. Her answer made my stomach tighten. “Mom, it was around ten minutes before three.” That was almost exactly when the mysterious emergency call had been placed. Emily swore she hadn’t contacted anyone or even picked up her phone.
The following morning, I examined the house more carefully. Everything seemed normal until I noticed an old family photograph on the hallway table. It showed Emily standing outside wearing that same yellow raincoat. But something about the picture disturbed me. Behind her, in the upstairs bedroom window, stood a shadowy figure. I had never noticed it before. I enlarged the photograph using my phone. The figure appeared to be a woman looking directly at the camera. And the more I studied her face, the more she resembled me.
