I dreamed about that house again. The one from the other dream. That my family moved into when I was a kid. Only that didn't really happen. And in this dream, my sister had a nightmare about a ghost. She called it the Bent Neck Lady. Dad didn't believe her. He told her it was just a dream. But it was more than that. I couldn't see it, but I know Nellie did see it. And it was real, to her. It felt real to me, too, in the dream and when I woke up.