was pure evil, a demon in disguise.
A demon could take on the appearance of what it thinks you will respond positively to. This lady was definitely someone I would respond positively to, she looked so innocent. The woman was still standing and staring at me from the same spot. Under my breath I recited the Lord’s Prayer. Better safe than sorry, I figured.
“I’m here to help you.” I paused. “What’s your name?”
“What are you doing in my house? My husband will be here soon. If he finds you here, he will be furious,” she said as she looked around frantically. She continued. “I was sick, and he went for the doctor, and that was the last time I saw him. It has been a long time, so I know he will be home rather soon now.” She peered around as if hoping to catch sight of him.
Definitely the hardest part of my job was explaining the situation to the spirits. How did I make clear to her that her husband was not coming back for her? I imagined she must have died before her husband had come back with the doctor, and she’d never realized what had really happened to her. My heart hurt for her.
My job never got any easier, no matter how many times I did it. Luckily, so far, I was safe from demons. I held my breath that the situation wouldn’t soon turn violent and she was who she said she was.
“When did you last see your husband?”
She frowned and gave me a confused look. She didn’t answer the question.
I asked again, “When did you last see your husband? Can you remember the date?”
She lowered her gaze.
“Your husband is in another place now. He won’t be coming back here. I know he’s sad without you and wants to see you. Don’t you want to go where he is and finally see him again?” Her answer I knew depended on what type of husband he was. Had he left his dirty clothes on the floor? Had he been a slob? Lucky for her, I was pretty sure he hadn’t spent all of his Saturday mornings back then at the golf course.
“No!”
I was shocked she could raise her voice that loudly.
“I don’t want to leave my home; I know he will come back for me. I will stay here until he returns.”
I nodded my head at her, letting her know I understood. But I couldn’t let her continue to believe that.
“I’m sorry, but he really won’t be back, he can’t come back here. He is in another place now.” I shifted my feet. “Do remember seeing a very bright light? Maybe you felt drawn to the light?”
She remained quiet.
“He is in that light you saw. You can find him there. I promise you’ll be all right.”
She walked away from me. Effortlessly, she glided into the room from where she’d peered out at me a few minutes earlier.
Carefully, I moved toward the room, still praying she wasn’t some violent demonic force waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my rosary beads and held them tightly in my hand.
The door was closed. The ghost had slid through, no need for her to open it. I’d often wondered why ghosts didn’t know they were dead, but accepted their ability to pass through walls, doors, and other things. I’d never gotten an answer. Even Abe was tight-lipped on that one. I figured they’d been sworn to secrecy.
As I twisted the knob, I held my breath and waited for what was to come. I opened the door slowly, and so far so good, no pushes or punches came at me. My eyes scanning around the room, I saw her sitting on the bed.
Her head was in her hands and she appeared to be weeping. It was extremely difficult to console a distressed ghost, as I’m sure anyone could imagine. I couldn’t exactly embrace her in a comforting hug.
“Can you tell me your name?”
She snapped her head up quickly to look at me as if she was angered by my presence. I was there in her home, invading her space and privacy. She gave me an angry glare; she didn’t
A demon could take on the appearance of what it thinks you will respond positively to. This lady was definitely someone I would respond positively to, she looked so innocent. The woman was still standing and staring at me from the same spot. Under my breath I recited the Lord’s Prayer. Better safe than sorry, I figured.
“I’m here to help you.” I paused. “What’s your name?”
“What are you doing in my house? My husband will be here soon. If he finds you here, he will be furious,” she said as she looked around frantically. She continued. “I was sick, and he went for the doctor, and that was the last time I saw him. It has been a long time, so I know he will be home rather soon now.” She peered around as if hoping to catch sight of him.
Definitely the hardest part of my job was explaining the situation to the spirits. How did I make clear to her that her husband was not coming back for her? I imagined she must have died before her husband had come back with the doctor, and she’d never realized what had really happened to her. My heart hurt for her.
My job never got any easier, no matter how many times I did it. Luckily, so far, I was safe from demons. I held my breath that the situation wouldn’t soon turn violent and she was who she said she was.
“When did you last see your husband?”
She frowned and gave me a confused look. She didn’t answer the question.
I asked again, “When did you last see your husband? Can you remember the date?”
She lowered her gaze.
“Your husband is in another place now. He won’t be coming back here. I know he’s sad without you and wants to see you. Don’t you want to go where he is and finally see him again?” Her answer I knew depended on what type of husband he was. Had he left his dirty clothes on the floor? Had he been a slob? Lucky for her, I was pretty sure he hadn’t spent all of his Saturday mornings back then at the golf course.
“No!”
I was shocked she could raise her voice that loudly.
“I don’t want to leave my home; I know he will come back for me. I will stay here until he returns.”
I nodded my head at her, letting her know I understood. But I couldn’t let her continue to believe that.
“I’m sorry, but he really won’t be back, he can’t come back here. He is in another place now.” I shifted my feet. “Do remember seeing a very bright light? Maybe you felt drawn to the light?”
She remained quiet.
“He is in that light you saw. You can find him there. I promise you’ll be all right.”
She walked away from me. Effortlessly, she glided into the room from where she’d peered out at me a few minutes earlier.
Carefully, I moved toward the room, still praying she wasn’t some violent demonic force waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my rosary beads and held them tightly in my hand.
The door was closed. The ghost had slid through, no need for her to open it. I’d often wondered why ghosts didn’t know they were dead, but accepted their ability to pass through walls, doors, and other things. I’d never gotten an answer. Even Abe was tight-lipped on that one. I figured they’d been sworn to secrecy.
As I twisted the knob, I held my breath and waited for what was to come. I opened the door slowly, and so far so good, no pushes or punches came at me. My eyes scanning around the room, I saw her sitting on the bed.
Her head was in her hands and she appeared to be weeping. It was extremely difficult to console a distressed ghost, as I’m sure anyone could imagine. I couldn’t exactly embrace her in a comforting hug.
“Can you tell me your name?”
She snapped her head up quickly to look at me as if she was angered by my presence. I was there in her home, invading her space and privacy. She gave me an angry glare; she didn’t
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