An obscure path to the truth
I went back home and phoned the contact. The person on the line was a lady. She seemed to be old. She coughed a lot while she was talking. Her voice was not clear however she was speaking slowly so I was able to understand what she was telling. I explained that I needed to see her because I wanted to know some details about the house. Firstly, she was reluctant to give me more information. Then, I tried my best to convince her. I narrated my dream and the fact that I saw somebody's hands in the house. When I told her about my dream, surprisingly she got interested. I could see more energy in her voice and she asked a lot of questions. She might have thought that I was crazy but she finally accepted to have a meeting with me.
The next day, I was getting ready to meet her. I was really enthusiastic to know more about the house. Maybe, there was nothing and they just moved because they found a better place. However, her interest on my dream gave me hope that there was a story behind this place. Anyway, I was thrilled to know more. I felt like I was returning back to my childhood when I was curious and eager to know about everything. I took the bus number 37 from the Morthonhall crematorium. It took twenty minutes to get to the Waverley station. Then, I walked to her address by using google maps on my phone. It was the apartment number eleven of the Union street. Even though, the Union street was near the main road, nobody was in the street. There was a grim atmosphere. The weather was not really nice, it was cold and a little foggy. As I was getting away from the main road, there was less and less noise. After a certain point, there was a complete silence. The absence of sound was intimidating. Indeed, I was astonished that it was still possible to have a perfect silence in a city centre. Usually, there is a background noise coming from the cars or the people's talks. I walked a little and was in front of her apartment.
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