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okay, here we go, I’m going to come out of this next question looking like a fool. “How do we punish her?” Barbara responded matter-of-factly, “You might send her to her room and tell her to stay there for a while. You could tell her she can’t play with a particular toy or object. If talking to her doesn’t work, there are other ways to get rid of her.” With a little hesitation, she added, “If you want to.”
“How?” I asked.
Barbara enlightened me once more. “You could have the house blessed by a priest. There is also an incantation you can say while going into each of the rooms, or you could have her exorcized. I can help you with these if you want.”
Not wanting to be too hasty, and knowing I would have felt bad throwing a young spirit out of a place she seemed to be so comfortable, I told Barbara we would first try to talk to her and see how it went.
My final question was whether or not she could be wrong about the spirit in our house being that of a pleasant little girl. She told me she didn’t think so, but in order to get a better reading of the situation, she would have to come to the house. At the time, I wasn’t really sure what she meant. Had she simply been making a comment about her abilities and that they were somewhat limited due to her not being closer to the entity she was trying to pick up on? Or was she coyly asking for permission to come to the house for business purposes?
We had been told that Barbara made a good portion of her living by going to people’s homes and giving readings on the spiritual nature of what she found there. We had also been informed that there was a costly charge attached to this type of service, one we surely couldn’t afford. I didn’t offer her an invitation. In fact, I simply treated her statement as if it were another piece of information. I graciously thanked her for her help and told her we would be in touch if we needed more assistance. “Good luck,” she said.
After hanging up, I let out a big sigh—not in relief because I felt better about our situation, because I really didn’t feel that at all. I was just so overwhelmed with the information I had accumulated in the conversation with Barbara that I was relieved it was over and I wouldn’t have to take in anymore.
For the next few hours, my in-laws, Tony, George and I talked about some of the things that Barbara had brought up. Eventually it was time to go home and Tony and I were able to discuss things in a little more detail. It had been hard to talk about things the way we wanted to at my in-laws’ house because we both knew that their religious beliefs would dominate our discussion, and their lack of acceptance would obliterate any plausible theories and scenarios we might offer.
What we discussed most was how we were supposed to confront Sallie when we returned home. Although Tony was being forced to accept the idea of a ghost living and interacting with us in our own home, he didn’t accept it easily or take it well. In fact, he didn’t want any part of it. “You’ll have to be the one to do the talking, because I just can’t,” he said. Then he informed me that a ghost is something that is supposed to be dead, and that the idea of holding a conversation with something that is supposed to be dead was just too weird for him. Thinking that perhaps he would eventually grow accustomed to talking to our ghost, I said “That’s fine.”
Reprimands
We got to the house a few minutes later. I was a little nervous and uncomfortable with the idea of doing what needed to be done, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it right. As we approached the front door, I couldn’t help wondering if the things I would tell Sallie would just piss her off. I certainly didn’t want to send this little ghost off on some crazed binge of retaliation, and who knew what she was capable of in a fit of anger?
We cautiously opened the front door, peering in to see what, if anything, had moved or
“How?” I asked.
Barbara enlightened me once more. “You could have the house blessed by a priest. There is also an incantation you can say while going into each of the rooms, or you could have her exorcized. I can help you with these if you want.”
Not wanting to be too hasty, and knowing I would have felt bad throwing a young spirit out of a place she seemed to be so comfortable, I told Barbara we would first try to talk to her and see how it went.
My final question was whether or not she could be wrong about the spirit in our house being that of a pleasant little girl. She told me she didn’t think so, but in order to get a better reading of the situation, she would have to come to the house. At the time, I wasn’t really sure what she meant. Had she simply been making a comment about her abilities and that they were somewhat limited due to her not being closer to the entity she was trying to pick up on? Or was she coyly asking for permission to come to the house for business purposes?
We had been told that Barbara made a good portion of her living by going to people’s homes and giving readings on the spiritual nature of what she found there. We had also been informed that there was a costly charge attached to this type of service, one we surely couldn’t afford. I didn’t offer her an invitation. In fact, I simply treated her statement as if it were another piece of information. I graciously thanked her for her help and told her we would be in touch if we needed more assistance. “Good luck,” she said.
After hanging up, I let out a big sigh—not in relief because I felt better about our situation, because I really didn’t feel that at all. I was just so overwhelmed with the information I had accumulated in the conversation with Barbara that I was relieved it was over and I wouldn’t have to take in anymore.
For the next few hours, my in-laws, Tony, George and I talked about some of the things that Barbara had brought up. Eventually it was time to go home and Tony and I were able to discuss things in a little more detail. It had been hard to talk about things the way we wanted to at my in-laws’ house because we both knew that their religious beliefs would dominate our discussion, and their lack of acceptance would obliterate any plausible theories and scenarios we might offer.
What we discussed most was how we were supposed to confront Sallie when we returned home. Although Tony was being forced to accept the idea of a ghost living and interacting with us in our own home, he didn’t accept it easily or take it well. In fact, he didn’t want any part of it. “You’ll have to be the one to do the talking, because I just can’t,” he said. Then he informed me that a ghost is something that is supposed to be dead, and that the idea of holding a conversation with something that is supposed to be dead was just too weird for him. Thinking that perhaps he would eventually grow accustomed to talking to our ghost, I said “That’s fine.”
Reprimands
We got to the house a few minutes later. I was a little nervous and uncomfortable with the idea of doing what needed to be done, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it right. As we approached the front door, I couldn’t help wondering if the things I would tell Sallie would just piss her off. I certainly didn’t want to send this little ghost off on some crazed binge of retaliation, and who knew what she was capable of in a fit of anger?
We cautiously opened the front door, peering in to see what, if anything, had moved or
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