It could have happened...

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It was one of those foggy eerie days that rarely come in October, and little things had been going wrong all day.
The front door had blown opened several times, I am quite sure that I had secured it when I closed it after my husband Jerry left for work.
Then the telephone rang, and when I answered it, I could not quite hear the person on the other end, when I tried to make a phone call several hours later the phone was not working.
I built a small fire in the fireplace in hope of shrugging off the eerie feeling, and to bring cheer into the house. It was a fruitless effort for an odd gust of wind came down the chimney, not only did the fire go out but ashes were spread across the front room.
It was late in the day the wind started to blew and circle the house like a banshee, the fog had lifted. At this point the telephone apparently being fixed began to ring, and when I answered it Jerry told me he would not be home until late.
I ate a light dinner; relit the fireplace, and settled down to read a book. The front room became warm and cozy some of the anxieties of the day drifted away.
I turned off the lamp, it was easier than closing the curtains; and I watched the pattern from the fire light dance across the room.
Was it a piece of paper blowing by that caught the glow of the full moon, just out side my window?  
I crossed the room and placed some large pieces of wood on the now brightly burning fire, and settled back in my chair.
A creaking noise startled me, but I was too comfortable to get up and investigate.  
The room was warm, the wind had stopped, and stillness filled the house.
Before me appeared like a series of pictures, and I realized I was seeing what once occupied the land where the house now stood.  
First there was a cornfield, which gave way to a road. Then I could see the people who traveled the road on foot, by horse back and by wagon. I could tell by the clothing the people wore they were not wealthy and the look on their face told that their lives had not been easy.  Also was the look of hope for a better future.  
I was so engrossed in what I was seeing I did not realize it was not normal.
A lady stopped, and looked at me, before going on, I thought she was going to say something, but the puzzled look on her face made me realize there was nothing she could say.
Jerry came home and found the curtains were closed, the fire was out, the lamp was turned on and I was fast asleep covered with a blanket.
To this day I wonder, who covered me with the blanket, closed the curtains and was I sleeping or did I see into another dimension of the years that use to be?

By Joan Pomeroy
Former Los Alamos resident