I woke up to see our house-keeper Samantha hovering over my bed.
"Are you alright, Miss Kasey? You were saying the strangest things in your sleep," she asked, clearly concerned.
"Oh, yes. I'm perfectly well," I said, perplexed. "I just had the most curious dream, that's all."
"Oh, dear me. What was it about?" Samantha asked, a twinkle lighting her eyes. "If you don't mind my asking, that is. Forgive me, Miss Kasey. I spoke out of turn."
"No, no. You're fine. If you insist, I'll tell you.
Samantha was young, nearly my age--just a year older. That made her eighteen. She had dark, thin hair and dull brown eyes, but she was still very pretty. She had dainty features, and ivory skin. She was plain, nothing out of the ordinary. But she was still rather prettier than most.
"You know the train tracks, yes?" Samantha shook her head vigorously. I continued, "Well, in my dream, I was with this dark haired stranger. And, he was trying to persuade me to cross. Part of me, in the dream, so wanted to cross and go with him, but the other half of me was telling me no, it's wrong, and all that hocus pocus."
Samantha's eyes widened with horror. "What did you do?"
"I went with him. And he led me into the forest on the other side, and I tell you--it was almost pitch black in there. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming anymore, but for the feel of his warm hands in mine. I tell you, when he touched me in the dream, it felt so real, so... vibrantly real," I answered her, still baffled, myself.
"Oh dear. Just, don't ever cross in reality, Miss Kasey. It would bring nothing but trouble," Samantha said gravely.
"Oh, I know. Also, my father would murder me if I did. He hates even the mention of those rail road tracks. So, this little conversation is just between the two of us. You mustn't tell a soul," I made her promise, and then she left me to myself while she made breakfast downstairs.