An 18-year-old girl kept having dreams of a person.

They weren't nightmare based dreams, but more of realistic dreams.

But this one caught her off guard that night.

Swiftly she shot up, beads of sweat rolling down her face and neck.

"Come; follow me," A small whisper called her.

A small shake of her head and she shouted, "No!".

"Please!" They cried.

"Alright," Her dry voice replied, sighing.

Shifting her caramel locks and green eyes to her nightstand, the girl picked up her glasses.

With a careful hand, she put them on her face.

After that, she shoved her feet into her fuzzy animal slippers.

Standing up with a few pops from her bones, the young woman followed the voice.

It sounded middle-aged and angelic.

A ghost-like figure appeared in front of her, helping to guide her to where they were taking her.

"May I ask what your name is?" The ghost asked.

"It's Shannon," Shannon mumbled, but loud enough for the ghost to hear.

"Cool! My name is Izzy,"

"Nice name,"

"Thanks,"

Once in the correct area, Shannon gaped at all the pretty items in the house that she didn't even know existed.

Upon seeing it, a small 'come here' made Shannon shuffles over there.

The rest of the time finding that special, secret space was very quiet.

The ghost silently leads the young woman to a long forgotten room.

A room neither one of them wanted to remember.