Abner was gone for the day so, of course, Gladys was confronted with one of her visitors.
Whenever she was alone, she was always subjected to this unwelcome company.
“Is this a foretaste of Hell?!” she desperately wondered. “Am I being given a cryptic warning?!”
The visions never once spoke. They were such sad spectacles, in black and white. She knew something was awfully wrong because instead of recoiling in horror at these sights, neighbors always passed by as if nothing were happening.
“Now at least it’s only a matter of time, she stated. “Tuesday’s the moment of truth.”