not move. I just
kept saying to myself, 'Oh, my God, oh, my angels.' I could see
a creature near to the fireplace, to the right. It was unlike
anything I have seen before or since: it looked like melted wax,
about three feet long and about chest-wide thick. It was
horrible and horrific looking. I couldn't say that it had a mouth
or eyes.
I knew Da couldn't see or feel anything. He gathered pieces
of debris from the floor and piled them into the fireplace and
struck a match. The fire exploded immediately – it was a big
and noisy explosion and came out into the room. The creature
had massive energy. It was just throwing off evil! It was very
angry; it had been keeping that place for itself and it didn't
want us there. As far as it was concerned, we were trespassing.
Just after the fire exploded, one of the chairs moved and
went flying across the room, where it hit the far wall and
broke.
Da jumped and ran for me and the door, grabbing his bag as
he went. He pulled me out of the door and we ran as fast as we
could through the trees, back down along the banks of the
river. We were both scared out of our wits and ran faster than
we had ever done before in our lives. Da was a faster runner
than me and dragged me behind him. Eventually, out of
breath, we slowed down. The rain had stopped and the sun
had come out; I felt its warmth on my face.
Silently, Da tried to light a campfire. His hands were shaking
and he was having difficulty lighting it. I was watching Da,
waiting for him to say something. I spoke to the angels without
words, and asked them to calm Da down. After some minutes,
Da got the fire going, and when the billy can boiled he made
tea. We ate our sandwiches in silence.
Eventually Da said, in a trembling voice, 'I'm sorry for
frightening you like that, Lorna. I got a big fright myself. I
don't really know what it was, but the only thing I've ever
heard of that moves chairs around is a poltergeist, and I've
never heard of anything making a fire explode like that.'
Da knew a lot about fires and he was very careful in how he
handled them. I think the fire exploding had scared him more
than the chair moving.
I never said a word; I just continued drinking my tea. I didn't
want my da to know how frightened I had been. I had been
terrified – even though deep down I knew we would be safe
because the angels were minding us.
As I sat there by the fire Michael touched my shoulder,
although he didn't appear to me. Michael said Da was right.
The creature I had seen was a poltergeist. He explained to me
that poltergeists are creatures without souls that are created by
Satan. Sometimes people invite them in. One way they do this
is by experimenting with black magic or Ouija boards, or other
things like that. Poltergeists, Michael told me, are sly creatures
and they creep in wherever they are given an opportunity, and
they can cause enormous destruction.
Da and I finished lunch in silence, and when we were
finished we packed up. Da suggested we continued fishing on
another stretch of river. I agreed.We both wanted to be a long
way from that place. We carried on fishing some miles away,
which calmed us both down, and we caught enough fish for
dinner.
As we enjoyed eating the fish at home that night we didn't
make any mention of what had happened during the day. Da
and I never spoke of it again.
Chapter Eight
The Intermediary
One afternoon, while I was washing my hands at the sink in
the garage toilets, I looked in the mirror and an angel appeared
– just her face at first. She startled me and I jumped. As I
stepped back, the mirror on the wall seemed to disappear and
the angel came into full view. Her radiant light filled the place.
The angel spoke before I did; she called my name.
'Lorna, call me Angel Elisha.'
As she said this, she reached out and took my hands in hers.
Her hands felt like feathers, and when I looked down at them
they resembled feathers, too, but had a completely human
shape.
I'm referring to
kept saying to myself, 'Oh, my God, oh, my angels.' I could see
a creature near to the fireplace, to the right. It was unlike
anything I have seen before or since: it looked like melted wax,
about three feet long and about chest-wide thick. It was
horrible and horrific looking. I couldn't say that it had a mouth
or eyes.
I knew Da couldn't see or feel anything. He gathered pieces
of debris from the floor and piled them into the fireplace and
struck a match. The fire exploded immediately – it was a big
and noisy explosion and came out into the room. The creature
had massive energy. It was just throwing off evil! It was very
angry; it had been keeping that place for itself and it didn't
want us there. As far as it was concerned, we were trespassing.
Just after the fire exploded, one of the chairs moved and
went flying across the room, where it hit the far wall and
broke.
Da jumped and ran for me and the door, grabbing his bag as
he went. He pulled me out of the door and we ran as fast as we
could through the trees, back down along the banks of the
river. We were both scared out of our wits and ran faster than
we had ever done before in our lives. Da was a faster runner
than me and dragged me behind him. Eventually, out of
breath, we slowed down. The rain had stopped and the sun
had come out; I felt its warmth on my face.
Silently, Da tried to light a campfire. His hands were shaking
and he was having difficulty lighting it. I was watching Da,
waiting for him to say something. I spoke to the angels without
words, and asked them to calm Da down. After some minutes,
Da got the fire going, and when the billy can boiled he made
tea. We ate our sandwiches in silence.
Eventually Da said, in a trembling voice, 'I'm sorry for
frightening you like that, Lorna. I got a big fright myself. I
don't really know what it was, but the only thing I've ever
heard of that moves chairs around is a poltergeist, and I've
never heard of anything making a fire explode like that.'
Da knew a lot about fires and he was very careful in how he
handled them. I think the fire exploding had scared him more
than the chair moving.
I never said a word; I just continued drinking my tea. I didn't
want my da to know how frightened I had been. I had been
terrified – even though deep down I knew we would be safe
because the angels were minding us.
As I sat there by the fire Michael touched my shoulder,
although he didn't appear to me. Michael said Da was right.
The creature I had seen was a poltergeist. He explained to me
that poltergeists are creatures without souls that are created by
Satan. Sometimes people invite them in. One way they do this
is by experimenting with black magic or Ouija boards, or other
things like that. Poltergeists, Michael told me, are sly creatures
and they creep in wherever they are given an opportunity, and
they can cause enormous destruction.
Da and I finished lunch in silence, and when we were
finished we packed up. Da suggested we continued fishing on
another stretch of river. I agreed.We both wanted to be a long
way from that place. We carried on fishing some miles away,
which calmed us both down, and we caught enough fish for
dinner.
As we enjoyed eating the fish at home that night we didn't
make any mention of what had happened during the day. Da
and I never spoke of it again.
Chapter Eight
The Intermediary
One afternoon, while I was washing my hands at the sink in
the garage toilets, I looked in the mirror and an angel appeared
– just her face at first. She startled me and I jumped. As I
stepped back, the mirror on the wall seemed to disappear and
the angel came into full view. Her radiant light filled the place.
The angel spoke before I did; she called my name.
'Lorna, call me Angel Elisha.'
As she said this, she reached out and took my hands in hers.
Her hands felt like feathers, and when I looked down at them
they resembled feathers, too, but had a completely human
shape.
I'm referring to
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