[ WP ] `` Let madness fill you , and hear the voices from the other world . ''

Many people, experts or not, have said that humans are capable of seeing things when they are close to their 
 arrival to or departure from this plane of existence. It is not uncommon for kids to be heard talking about imaginary friends 
 or about previous lives. My mother once told me that I spoke of Venezia when I was four. 
 I have no recollection of this incident, although my mother was quite adamant, and frankly, 
 a bit spooked. I think this played a part in her belief of the other world. 
 
 I remember when my grandfather passed away. My mother and he were estranged, as he was an alcoholic and 
 she did n't want him to have a negative effect on us. When he died, she had told us that she felt him sit 
 on the edge of the bed and dreamt about him telling her goodbye. I did n't know if I believed it or not, 
 but it was a bit weird to hear my mother, a big authority figure, tell me of her dead father visiting her. 
 
 Well into old age and having no kids, my wife and I decided a decade ago to move into a retirement home. 
 She has since passed, leaving a void in my life incomparable to anything I have experienced. Meanwhile, I 
 have begun to notice strange things in this gigantic waiting room. It seems like more people are arriving 
 every day. Each morning, I notice someone different in the cafeteria. Given the size of the place, 
 eventually I begun to question myself on the simple logistics of the situation: how could so many 
 people live ( and die ) here? Every afternoon, the yard had more bodies 
 crowding the place. The strangest part of it all is that they seemed to be speaking but no sounds echoed 
 to my ears. The cafeteria was still quiet, even with the unbelievable amount of people wandering in and out. 
 
 Unable to quite understand how the staff managed to keep it all under control, I kept pondering the situation 
 until I remembered the piece of information I have written above. Ten minutes ago, I woke up to an incredible 
 racket. It sounded like ten thousand people speaking loudly, the sound muffled by the walls surrounding me. 
 This was unusual for a complex which was habitually so calm. I creaked my window open and was hit with a wall 
 of voices, emanating from the now full yard. 
 `` Let madness fill you, and hear the voices from the other world.'' was the phrase that I could make out. 
 I closed my window and almost on cue, I heard a knock on my door. I shuffled over, expecting an attendant 
 to be there with my medication. Instead, I opened the door and I felt the blood drain from my face. 
 Standing there, with the dress she wore at her funeral, was my wife.
