five minutes to two
o'clock
Hooting laughter greeted him . `` But just the same , '' contended Barrows , `` regardless of the feeble fabrications of senile minds , there are ghosts none the less . The night before we got word of my father 's death , my sister woke up in the night and saw a white shadow in her window , -- and a voice , -- father 's voice , -- said , ` Stay with me , Flossie ; I do n't want to be alone . ' She told about it at breakfast , and said it was just five minutes to two o'clock . And an hour later we got a message that father had died at two that night , a thousand miles away . '' `` Honestly ? '' `` Yes , honestly . ''