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I am keeping this story here for a few days for you to enjoy. As promised, this is a true story: In the mid 80's I began having dreams about the house on Lafayette Avenue in Columbus; my grandparents house. In One dream i saw the once yellow brick fireplace ozzing bright red blood and flowing out the mouth of the fireplace. The dream was so frightening, I decided to go to the house and ask to enter to relieve my fears. My mother, my daughter, Amy, and I went to the house and explained to the resident that I needed to walk through the house. She was very understanding and allowed us inside. Once inside, I turned my head to the left where I remembered the fireplace to be...it was painted bright red. I swallowed hard, kept myself in control, and asked to enter the basement. I walked to the top of the basement stairs and pulled the cord to the bare bulb that hung over head. The stairwell was dark, ending in blacknness at the bottom. I walked down each step carefully remembering what I had seen in my dream. The second to the bottom step was, as expected, broken. I shivered, stepped over it, and found footing on the basement floor. I found another cord and pulled it to reveal the huge coal furnace that filled the center of the basement like a giant octopus. I encircled the monster and found the dusty floor to reveal a clean rectangle shape that once had a army chest in it's place. My father's. The basement is a partial basement. it has an opening that is like a crawl space under the rest of the house. (That is another dream I will share with you later.) The unexplainable thing is; my father's chest had not been in that exact spot for well over 30 years. How then, could the rectangle spot remain clear and clean after so long? In my dream, the chest was there. In reality, it was as if it had been moved only the day before. As I left the house I thanked the lady who lived there for her hospitality and understanding. A cold breeze blew up my back as I reached for the door knob to leave. It was as if a cold hand touched my hand and an errie feeling came over me. I understood. My grandparents who had passed in the early 60's were reassuring me that they were there keeping watch over the house. My friends, this really happened to me in the summer of 1988. Questionable? Maybe, but I do have a witness; Amy was with me at the time. Do you still think you can get by without reading Silentheart? i don't think so! Comments on my real life stories? write me. don't be shy or afraid; remember i am only human. pleasant dreams!!!!!!!!!!!! . . " Now that you have read this how can you not comment?????