Marie Wilkens

“shared, I’m starting to wonder. I’ve heard the humming, too. It was a song Mom used to sing. I hadn’t heard it in forever until we got here, and the night of the fire at my apartment, it was Mom who woke me up.” “What?” he stammered. “You saw her?” She shook her head. “No, not really but in my dream. She kept shaking me and screaming for me to wake up, and I did. Otherwise, they don’t think I would have made it out alive.” “Do they have any idea how the fire started yet?” “No, I’ve asked the police chief there every day if they have answers, but it’s looking like a dead end. Arson is a fact of life in the city. It was probably some laced-out druggie thinking the building was made of goblins or something.” Gene burst into laughter at her colorful description. “Well, I’m happy you made it out of there. So why are you up?” She shrugged. “No idea. I keep having weird dreams, too, but nothing like that, mostly just about fire. You know, is it possible that we aren’t looking into the shed”
― Marie Wilkens, Secrets in the Attic: A Riveting Haunted House Mystery Boxset