Do you believe in spirits?
Have you ever suffered an indefinable disquiet in the still of the night, ears straining as you pull the covers tight about your shoulders?
I have. I’ve heard the whispers.
They echo. They reverberate down the years.
I didn’t understand their murmurings at first, but in my youth I don’t think I needed to. To hear was enough – comprehension would come later.
And eventually it did. It took time to decrypt and collate, but I heeded the message.