and Fanta down in front of me.
“Here you are, sir. Enjoy your brunch,” he said in broken English.
“Thanks, mate,” I replied.
The food didn’t even touch the sides; I was ravenous. After I had drunk my Fanta, I gave a loud burp and left the Wimpy. I started to walk down the high street and glanced at my watch. Half past twelve; I should get to Rose’s by one, I thought to myself.
I opened the gate and walked up the pathway to Rose’s front door and twisted the doorbell. I waited a few seconds, gazing at the stained glass window as I waited. I noticed a shadow approach and open the door. Ashen-faced and looking distraught, Rose just gestured me inside. I followed her silently into the lounge. She plonked herself down on the sofa with a big sigh.
“What happened to your hand?” she asked, looking concerned. She motioned me to sit down. “Tell me what happened, Eddie?”
“It happened at school,” I explained. I decided to tell Rose the whole story, including what the old man in the jeweller’s said to me.
“Well, Eddie, you sure are going through a rough patch at the moment,” she sighed.
“He keeps following me, Rose, and last night he nearly got me during the night. What can I do?” I asked, feeling despondent.
“What? He came last night? The bloody liar told me that he would leave you alone for a while,” Rose said angrily.
“You spoke to him?” I gasped.
“Yes, last night,” Rose stormed. “His spirit is alarmingly strong. He was a very powerful and evil man when he was on our physical plane. He has had many life times on Earth and refuses to accept the universal law. That’s why he’s in limbo at present. He is being tormented and punished for the acts he committed while on Earth. He roams the deep void, searching for souls who get lost when they astral travel. He’s not the only one either; there are many demons in the deep void, Eddie. He uses susceptible children and teenagers to come through. The fact that he can manifest himself through you when you are awake is utterly fascinating. You’re his magnet from the deep void. Why do you let him in, Eddie?”
“I don’t, and even if I did, I have no recollection of it.” I answered, all confused.
“I don’t understand how he’s manifesting himself through you. Your home life is happy isn’t it, Eddie? I mean, you have a loving family, don’t you?”
I’d never told Rose about my family. I had a feeling that was all about to change.
“Well,” I sighed, “it’s like this; it started when I was ten and gradually he became more and more violent to the point were he’s nearly killed me before.” I continued telling Rose all about my father and what he had done to me, both physically and mentally. Rose looked at me in horror and was visibly shaken by my statement.
“My God! You poor boy, that’s how he comes through. He uses your pain and sorrow and most of all your feeling of unworthiness. Oh, Eddie! I’m so sorry.” She stood up and gave me a big hug; a small teardrop rolled down my cheek.
“You’ve got to get away,” she said. “As soon as possible.”
I knew what Rose had said was right. I had to escape somehow. She put her arm around my shoulders and guided me into the kitchen.
“Come on. Let’s have a cup of tea,” she said in a soft, caring voice. She put the kettle on the stove and lit the gas.
“I tell you what, Eddie, let’s be naughty, shall we?” she laughed, obviously trying to cheer me up. She bent down to the cupboard and brought out this gorgeous-looking chocolate cake. My face lit up.
“That looks lovely,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I was saving it for Christmas, but what the heck! I’ll get another one,” she laughed.
While Rose made the tea, I put the cake and plates on the lounge
“Here you are, sir. Enjoy your brunch,” he said in broken English.
“Thanks, mate,” I replied.
The food didn’t even touch the sides; I was ravenous. After I had drunk my Fanta, I gave a loud burp and left the Wimpy. I started to walk down the high street and glanced at my watch. Half past twelve; I should get to Rose’s by one, I thought to myself.
I opened the gate and walked up the pathway to Rose’s front door and twisted the doorbell. I waited a few seconds, gazing at the stained glass window as I waited. I noticed a shadow approach and open the door. Ashen-faced and looking distraught, Rose just gestured me inside. I followed her silently into the lounge. She plonked herself down on the sofa with a big sigh.
“What happened to your hand?” she asked, looking concerned. She motioned me to sit down. “Tell me what happened, Eddie?”
“It happened at school,” I explained. I decided to tell Rose the whole story, including what the old man in the jeweller’s said to me.
“Well, Eddie, you sure are going through a rough patch at the moment,” she sighed.
“He keeps following me, Rose, and last night he nearly got me during the night. What can I do?” I asked, feeling despondent.
“What? He came last night? The bloody liar told me that he would leave you alone for a while,” Rose said angrily.
“You spoke to him?” I gasped.
“Yes, last night,” Rose stormed. “His spirit is alarmingly strong. He was a very powerful and evil man when he was on our physical plane. He has had many life times on Earth and refuses to accept the universal law. That’s why he’s in limbo at present. He is being tormented and punished for the acts he committed while on Earth. He roams the deep void, searching for souls who get lost when they astral travel. He’s not the only one either; there are many demons in the deep void, Eddie. He uses susceptible children and teenagers to come through. The fact that he can manifest himself through you when you are awake is utterly fascinating. You’re his magnet from the deep void. Why do you let him in, Eddie?”
“I don’t, and even if I did, I have no recollection of it.” I answered, all confused.
“I don’t understand how he’s manifesting himself through you. Your home life is happy isn’t it, Eddie? I mean, you have a loving family, don’t you?”
I’d never told Rose about my family. I had a feeling that was all about to change.
“Well,” I sighed, “it’s like this; it started when I was ten and gradually he became more and more violent to the point were he’s nearly killed me before.” I continued telling Rose all about my father and what he had done to me, both physically and mentally. Rose looked at me in horror and was visibly shaken by my statement.
“My God! You poor boy, that’s how he comes through. He uses your pain and sorrow and most of all your feeling of unworthiness. Oh, Eddie! I’m so sorry.” She stood up and gave me a big hug; a small teardrop rolled down my cheek.
“You’ve got to get away,” she said. “As soon as possible.”
I knew what Rose had said was right. I had to escape somehow. She put her arm around my shoulders and guided me into the kitchen.
“Come on. Let’s have a cup of tea,” she said in a soft, caring voice. She put the kettle on the stove and lit the gas.
“I tell you what, Eddie, let’s be naughty, shall we?” she laughed, obviously trying to cheer me up. She bent down to the cupboard and brought out this gorgeous-looking chocolate cake. My face lit up.
“That looks lovely,” I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“I was saving it for Christmas, but what the heck! I’ll get another one,” she laughed.
While Rose made the tea, I put the cake and plates on the lounge
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