"The necklace is in the little trinket box in the corner, over there." She pointed to the corner of the stairs. I saw it, stooped down and picked it up. I gently removed the lid,and there it was, the cross necklace. The gold cross glistened. "I hope this is the key that will free Momma from her years of torment, and I hope it's not too late. When you place it in Momma's hand, just say to her, Anna loves you. My name is Kianna, but Momma always called me Anna. She was the only one who used that name. She will know the message is from me. As soon as she understands, her spirit should be free, and I too should be free to move on." After Kianna told me where to find her Mother, I took the cross necklace in my hand. I will go first thing in the morning, I said. Kianna smiled. I turned and glanced down the stairs. I saw a light coming through the opening in the wall where I came through. The door was gone. I turned to look at Kianna, but she too was gone. With necklace in hand, I turned and managed to maneuver my way out through the opening in the wall. I went downstairs and sat in the recliner. I then remembered that I left my flashlight and lantern in the stairwell. I immediately went back upstairs to retrieve it. When I entered the storage room, I noticed right away, the opening was gone. My flashlight and lantern sat on the floor in front of where the opening had been. I went back downstairs and sat in the recliner. I soon dozed off to sleep. When I awoke it was almost 8 am. Boy, that was some weird dream. Then I noticed the necklace in my hand. It wasn't a dream. I grabbed my jacket and went to find Kianna's Mother. When I arrived, I stopped by the front desk to get the room number. I took the elevator to the fifth floor, got off and began strolling down the corridor looking for room 542. there it was. The door was open. The room was illuminated by the early morning sun shining through the window. I knocked, but no one responded. I walked in, and there she was, seated in a chair. She was a small lady, frail, and a quilt was draped over her lap. Her one hand was on top of the quilt, propped on her lap. I slowly walked over to her, gently touched her hand. Kathryn, I said. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet mine. No expression. Her eyes were hollow, cheeks sunken, and her wrinkles gave her a look of permanent sadness. I gently took her hand in mine, then gently placed the cross necklace in hers. Anna loves you, I told her. Immediately her eyes opened, a new life appeared. She slowly raised her hand and gazed at the cross. She took her other hand out from under the quilt, grasped the cross with both hands and slowly lifted her hands to her lips and kissed the cross. She raised both arms and gently placed the necklace around her neck. She took the cross and held it tightly in her hands. Color returned to her face. Her eyes brightened. "Anna" I heard her whisper. Then the smile. She closed her eyes. It felt good to see the change in her. I turned and walked out, but I stopped momentarily at her door to look at the room number one more time, 542. That is the same as my house number. Coincidence? Again, kind of freaky, but at least this time in a nice way. When I returned home, my Wife was in the kitchen. "So where were you so early," she asked. I went out for coffee. I couldn't sleep. "Honey, I don't know what you were up to last night, but I am beginning to worry about you." Don't worry, I'm fine, I responded, then went back upstairs to the storage room. Sure enough, the opening was gone. All that was there was the plaster wall. Well, it must have worked. Hopefully Kianna is now at peace. Later that night while I was lying in bed, I couldn't help but notice how quiet and peaceful it was. No noises, no voices. I think we are in for a peaceful night, I said to my Wife. "Well that would be a nice change. Now please go to sleep." I rolled over and closed my eyes. Then I heard it. I heard some faint noises. It sounded like cries. Do you hear that, I asked my Wife. "Don't even start! For God's sake, go to sleep!" I didn't ask for this gift, I mumbled to myself. Gift? More like a curse. I pulled the pillow over my head and rolled over again. The sounds were getting louder....
Great story!
You are some storyteller also! So will thought out and put together.