I heard the voice again, but this time roaring louder. I feel the chills down my spine as I realize what I was standing over. I was standing over the ancient burial we discovered this morning.

I heard her again, “Ellie! Ellie!”

Whoever this was, her voice was angelic, melodic, and persuasive enough for me to head down these unsettling steps.

“I’ve waited all day.”

I pause and then move forward. Dust collecting equally on my hair and through my lungs.

“You’re here. Just a few more steps.” She spoke as I encounter a rustic metal door.

“Please help me Ellie.”

I peak through the door not breathing one bit. That’s when I saw the girl. A girl standing in the middle of a room with a dirty, ripped white gown. She looked familiar to me. Almost as if I knew her. As I scanned my eyes down her body, I see that she has the same knee scar on her right knee as me. She walks towards the door and places one hand on it. Silent. Then...

She screams so loud my ears and nose begin to bleed. I scream “STOP! PLEASE STOP!”

That’s when I wake up in my bed.

It was a nightmare. I turn to my side, adjust my pillow to the cool side. Closing my eyes to return to sleep, but...that’s when I heard the voice. Her voice. She was calling me. Only I was awake this time. Was I not dreaming? I stand up. Put on my shoes and a coat over my white sleeping gown and begin to walk into the darkness.