It’s been a long time since I last wrote.I remember searching for a few of the houses my friend once told me about, if you recall, the same friend who gave me those curious addresses, the ones whispered to be haunted.

If you’re wondering what I mean, let me remind you. Long ago, I had a dream, a vivid, almost painfully real dream  about a woman being murdered inside a house. The scene was so detailed it lingered in my mind, and as someone drawn to mysteries, I wondered… could I find the house? Could I uncover the story behind it? I assumed it must have happened long ago; the woman wore the dress of a bygone era, from the 19th or early 20th century.

The last time I wrote about my search, I was interrupted by a friend who needed me urgently. After that, I wandered from house to house, seeking the one from my dream. None matched. Nothing felt right. Finding nothing, I stopped writing — as you might expect.

And yet… here I am, writing again. Because the dream has returned!

The same house! The same scenario! The same murder!

It came unbidden, as if pulling me back. Now I ask myself: should I search again?
Could I find what I’m seeking, or is it better to leave it buried in dreams?Or is ignoring it no longer an option?

Hmm… that is the question?