A confusing ending
Let me tell you, my dear reader, what really happened. After my first dream, I wanted to make sure that nothing harmful was happening in the house. I went there but nobody answered the door. A neighbour came out and asked me why I was here. I told him that it was really important and that I needed to see the person who lived there. He looked at me, dubious of the purpose of my visit. He explained that nobody lived in that house for nearly ten years. He added that a woman used to live here but that she died. He told me that she was buried in the Liberton cemetery and gave me her name. I went to the cemetery. I sat at the foot of a tree which was close to her grave and started to think about my first dream. While I was thinking, I managed to fall asleep. I did not know how I was able to sleep in such a creepy place. After I woke up, I stood some time in front of her tomb. Then, I put some flowers on her grave. All this story was the product of my dreams. I never met that woman, I did not know if she had been abused. Why did my dream turn like this? Why did I have two dreams so related to each other? Whose hands did I see inside the house? Why did I come to this cemetery whereas I did not know anybody who was buried here? A lot of questions like these, were in my mind. I am afraid I did not get the answers. After that day, I never dreamt about that woman again. I spent a lot of time in front of the house number eleven on the Alnwickhill road. I neither heard any noise, nor saw anything mysterious again. I went to see the apartment in the Union Street. In fact, there was no apartment in that address. Instead, there was an exam centre for people taking English tests.
Even though we all have our own cultures, sometimes it is better to follow our dreams than blindly accepting the traditions.
THE END
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