Silence

Ronnie always thought her dads murder would never be solved. She thought about it often, but she never thought her dreams would tell her the truth.

Every night I try to imagine what it would be like to see my dad just one last time. I try to remember the feeling of him kissing my forehead before bed. The feeling is fading. It has been about three years since my dad had passed. It's a mystery of how he died, they investigated it for the first two years and then gave up saying he died of an unsolved murder but I know that's not the truth. A chill ran up my spine just thinking about it. I rolled over on my side and fell asleep.

I was standing in a room, it was cold and the air smelt like rotten eggs. It was dark so I couldn't see much, but I did notice something familiar, a chair, not just any chair but the same one that belonged to my dad, the same one in my bedroom now. I heard a door slam in a distant room, then there was a shuffle sound in the room I am in now. I looked around trying to find what was moving but it was to dark to see anything. I heard the door to the room open, I froze in place, holding my breath. Something in the room was breathing very heavily, out of the corner of my eye I saw a bony structure climb onto the chair. I felt it's eyes on me I wanted to run but there was no where to go, something else was coming into the room. I woman stepped into the room, my mom. She was walking towards me, staring into my soul, however she walked right thru me. I felt a shiver run up my spine as she did it. I turned to look at what was going on, at this point I knew they couldn't see me. My mom walked towards the thing in the chair. I walked closer to it to see what it was, my dad. I felt tears come into my eyes. There he is after all these years. He looks scared, he's shaking and crying. I saw something in my moms hands, what looked like a knife and a hammer mixed together. I backed away not wanting to know what would happen next. I watched as my mom lifted the thing above her head and slammed it down. A blood curdling scream arose from the chair...
I woke up out of breath, I was covered in sweat and and tears were running down my face. 'It was just a dream' I thought to myself, but it felt like it was much more. When I was younger my dad told me to hold my breath and count to ten when I got worked up so that's exactly what I did. However while I was holding my breath I was hearing someone breathing very deeply. The breathing was coming from the opposite side of the room, where my dads old chair is. I slowly turned my head to see someone sitting in my dads chair looking at a long shiny object in their hand. My heart was beating out of my chest I wanted to slap myself and say it's a dream but I am too scared to move. The thing slowly looked up at me, it's dark eyes staring into my soul. I closed my eyes trying to keep it out of my head. My eyes snapped open as I was thrown against the headboard to my bed. I looked closely at the thing holding me by the neck, it was my mom.
"You know to much, I'm sorry." Her voice was cold and raspy. I knew what she meant by I knew too much, she's the one who killed him, but why? My mom rose the long shiny object, now that I can see it clearly I realize it's a knife. My mind was racing with memories of what he could have done. Then it hit me, and I knew..