It was a dark cloudy night in the small town of Ballykissangel. It was so dark that the full moon and the starry sky could not be seen. The night sky had been like this since the day after Assumpta Fitzgerald had died. It was almost as if it was mourning her loss.

At this late hour the only creature that was stirring was a small brown owl. It was perched atop the outside window sill of the residence of Padraig O'kelley.

Inside the house both Padraig and Kevin were unaware of the message the small owl was so desperately trying to convey.

A small parting of the clouds allowed a brilliant light to wash over the house.

Padraig couldn't have been sleeping any better. He was snoring up a storm. It was probably this snoring that was drowning out the owl. His son kevin wasnt sleeping so well either. For the last few nights he had been having trouble sleeping. He was having recuring nightmares. It was always the same. There would always be three figures. One of whom would always be crying and seemed to be in great pain. The other two were trying to be of some comfort but he was never able to understand what they were saying in his dream.

It was at this point that the dream would normally stop and he would awaken drenched in sweat. This time the dream continued. The three figures began to glow. Almost like the light that a small candle might give off.
The shadowy figures drew closer, and the one that had been crying now seemed at peace. The two that had been comforting it stayed behind while the apparition drifted closer. It knelt down by his bedside and in his dream he was petrified with fear. It leaned over said something in his ear. Then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. As it drew away from him he caught a glimpse of the shadowy yet glowing figure. He recognized this face immediately it was .........

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