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“She’s not coming back, mommy.”

I can still remember blurting those words out to my mom, about a million years ago, or so it seems. It was a different lifetime. It was before Sandy dying. Or, her murder, rather.

I was about four years old, and we hadn’t seen or heard from Sandy since she had gone out with her girlfriends after school one night. My mother was a basket case and understandably so! She couldn’t understand how she went out for a casual dinner at our local burger joint and never returned. Where did she go? Who was she last seen with?

One would think that the police should have been able to figure that out, but this was prior to video surveillance on every corner, and before cellphones. It had been twelve days, with no signs of Sandy anywhere around town. Until the night she came to me while I slept.

I dreamed of Sandy with her bright blue eyes, almond-shaped face, and perfect nose. She came to me while I was swinging on my favorite swing at the local park and started to push me since I hadn’t figured out how to work my legs yet. She told me that she wasn’t coming home ever again and that she loved me always. I was her little sister, and she was my everything! I adored Sandy, and everyone knew it.

She told me that after she and her friends finished at the burger joint that night, they decided to go to the local park to hang out. There were some guys there that had some pot, and she was curious. As a girl, fourteen is tough; there are all of these hormonal changes, boys start looking more appealing, and the urge to fit in with your friends is all you think about. Sandy just wanted to fit in.

She wasn’t counting on being snatched up off the street when she was walking home. We live in a small community where everyone knows everyone, so how is something like that even possible? But, I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself here. You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this or discussing my dreams.

I’m in my twenties now, and it’s been fifteen years since Sandy vanished. Ever since that first dream where Sandy told me she’d been killed, I’ve been having dreams of people who come to me after death to tell me their story. They want my help in finding their killers. So far, I’ve solved 142 cases by analyzing my dreams, the people that visit me, and re-tracing their final hours.

It’s definitely not something I wanted for myself. I mean, what four year old wants to see dead people, right? To date, my momma still believes that Sandy is alive, and she’ll come walking in the door at any minute. I guess if you have kids, you always want to hold onto that thought; until 100% proven otherwise.

So, it’s time. I never was able to figure out what happened to my sister. My outstanding, wild, crazy, and beautiful sister. I should have had her to look up to throughout my childhood. Instead, that childhood was ripped away from me. I hate whoever took her from my family and me.

Trust me when I tell you, I will find them.”

Here’s what’s really going on…

So, what do you all think? I’m seriously considering writing a book. As an avid reader, which you more than likely know if you’ve followed my blog at all (actually, here’s what I’ve been up to just this year), I’ve always had a desire to write and see how I do at it! Here we are – I had a horrible nightmare several years ago now, and the beginning of this post was how my dream/nightmare started. It’s been with me ever since. I know that if I were to pick up a book, that first line would get me interested for sure, but that could just be me.

I reviewed a book recently about another sister, the middle one – it’s a good book and you should check it out!

By the way, if you’re curious as to how I manage such stellar writing with little to no grammatical errors, you should check out Grammarly! I use it for every email and post relating to my blog, as I want everyone to be able to read what I’m writing! It’s such a great site!

What do you think? Thoughts, suggestions, comments all welcome!

Love ya,

Kelly Ann

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