The Storm

      There is a bad storm tonight, wind was blowing like I have never heard before and the lights were flickering on and off every five seconds. I have been terrified of storms since I was a little boy and I do not remember why. I am standing in the kitchen and I hear my wife yell for me "Bill, come look at this"! I am frightened at this point because there was a little bit of fright in her voice. I closed my eyes and walked to the window. I look out and my heart is pounding so hard because I do not know what to think of this. My parents have both been dead for almost 20 years but here I am looking at them walking up my driveway. This cannot be real, there is no way. I open the walk to the door and open it up and invite them inside. I get such a weird feeling when I look into their eyes that I cannot quite put into words. "Mom, dad what are you doing here"? "We are here to help you see the truth so that you can finally be free Bill".

      I woke up the next morning confused. I saw them with my own eyes, I touched them, and I heard their I got out of bed and my wife was in the kitchen. I immediately asked asked her about what happened last night. "Yes, the storm was really bad, it was awful what happened". I agreed with a "yes, strange right". I went to work that day. There were a lot of coworkers that could not make it to work because of the storm. At lunchtime I was sitting alone just trying to wrap my head around everything. I overheard one of my neighbors talking about last night, how they saw their sibling that passed away about 20 years ago. At that very second, I jumped out of my seat and went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror for a few minutes and splashed water on my face. I got myself together and went to sit with Tom and asked him about what I just heard. It was the exact thing that happened to me. I was freaking out. Throughout the day everyone was saying that the same thing happened to them. The weird thing is that they were all people that lived on the same street as me. We could not have all had the same dream, that would be impossible. Everyone says their wives didn't see any of the deceased relatives but they all saw a hit and run accident in front of our homes, I didn't see an accident, I saw my parents and I heard their voices. I went to bed that night and next thing I know I woke up in a mental facility and I look around and there were all of my neighbors were patients too. That Is the last thing I remember.