Sometimes when I go to sleep, or take a nap, I will hear voices; that is if it is quiet. This does not happen too often because my husband always sleeps with the radio on, but when it does I am glad. (And no, I do not have schizophrenia. I would have questioned this myself had I not had so many revelations come to me like this.)

I welcome these mini messages because it reminds me that our loved ones are not too far off, and for some reason or another, I find comfort in this. I can’t always make out what they are saying, it usually comes in short, quick phrases. It is very choppy. It is almost like being in the mall. You can hear all the voices around you, but it is hard to listen or understand just one conversation.

This one day, I went to lay down for a quick nap, I just could not keep my eyes open. No one was home, so I figured I would take advantage of the situation.

As I laid my head on the pillow, I immediately began hearing them. Like I said before, it comes in choppy, and there isn’t much to it, but this time it was different. I heard a voice. It was a male. He sounded like a young man. His voice was very clear, and it sounded like he was laying right next to me. He whispered sadly in my ear, My sister is dead.

My eyes opened real wide and my heart began to race. It was so clear I swear I could reach out and touch him.

I could not shake what was told to me. I have no idea who this boy was. They never stick around long enough to talk when they come in like this.

Needless to say, I could not shake this experience. I was watching the local news and reading the newspapers over the weekend.

I realized there is not point in turning towards the media. It could have happened that day, last week, or even years ago.

I will probably never know. That can be hard. I wanted to tell him sorry, but they go as fast as they come.