Sarah Ruhl's Whimsical Hauntings

By JULIA M. KLEIN

For months after my father died, I was haunted by intense, cathartic dreams in which I heard his voice. I remember one in particular, set in the rambling, Tudor-style suburban house where I had grown up. In our dark entrance hall, with its cool slate floors, my father and I had once talked briefly about what might happen when he died....