On a gloomy night, I heard my name aloud, in a breezy hush tone, I peeped outside the window while the moonlit struck my eyes, I caught the scent of pine trees, squinted to look, and a man was standing in the field.

The man had a big black hat that covered his face, he strangely held out his hands and made a sign, repeatedly before leaving in a flash like lightning.

Immediately I opened my eyes thrilled, wandering, terrified, it was a Saturday morning and I just woke up, confused, about whether that was a nightmare or my past haunting me again.