There's a woman at the bottom of the stairs. I don't know who she is and I cannot see her face. I couldn't do anything but stare at her. I called out to my wife for help but when she came-she said there was nobody at the bottom of the stairs. I tried speaking to my wife again but she stayed silent and I could see her feet march away. I continued staring at the woman for about 10 minutes until she took a step up the stairs. The dark still enshrouded her but I could see her wearing a dark blue, floral dress. It was a lovely sight. After 15 minutes she took another step and i could see her wearing a set of small white heels. This all felt too familiar. Another 15 minutes pass and she took another step and I could see her bright jade eyes. My legs began to hurt. They were thin, weak, I couldn't stand idly for so long. She eventually took another step and made it to the top of the stairs. It was my wife. She slowly raised her hands towards me to grab. Who did I speak to though? No matter, I missed my wife so I grabbed her hand.
I woke up to my father yelling for mother. I was scared and couldn't sleep. After an hour I got up and crept down the hall towards their room and stopped at the stairs. There's a man and a woman at the bottom of the stairs.