The Reiki was scheduled for late in the afternoon. The day had finally come for the crazy woman to move on to wherever she needed to go. I was nervous and anxious; counting the minutes until the appointment.
Everything we had done up to this point to protect ourselves seemed to be working. The house was quieter, we felt more at ease, and the screaming had changed to a soft whimpering cry. The end was near and she seemed to know it.
It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. The weather had been calm for nearly a week so we couldn't have timed the Reiki session any better. We didn't talk about the Reiki coming while we were in the house. Even though Etta knew she was coming, we didn't want her to know today was the day.
Although I was still angry at the crazy woman, I couldn't help but to feel slight empathy for her. We knew that she died on the property but the circumstances surrounding her death were questionable. Was she murdered? Was it suicide? A tragic accident? All Amy could tell us was that she felt her death was a mistake and that the true facts were covered up. I couldn't help but imagine the pain and sorrow she must had felt. However, none of this changed my true feelings toward her. I wanted her gone and wanted her to stop slowly killing us. Despite my empathy towards her, I felt no remorse sending her away by any means possible.
REIKI MASTER IN THE HOUSE!
She was finally here! For the first time ever, we felt that our nightmare was about to come to an end.
She paused as she entered the house. "I feel souls here. One who feels trapped, the other feels as if they're a prisoner."
"One is angry. One is confused and scared. They lash out. One feels threatened by the other." She added.
She wanted to get a sense of what was happening and who was there. She asked if she could walk around the house in order to get a feel for the emotions it held. She asked us not to guide her or give her information. She didn't want anything to distract her.
"Who is this? Why is she here?" Etta whispered in my ear.
"Are you trying to send me away? I will not speak with her!" She added as we all made our way to living room.
The Reiki asked to sit facing north and took the rocking chair facing that direction. She told she could feel the crazy woman here but she wouldn't speak to her. She felt she was confused and angry.
She began to speak to her. In a calming voice at first, then in a sterner tone. She spoke as if she was in the room standing next to her.
"I know you're hurting. I know you think you find comfort here. You need to come forward" She said in a calming tone.
Then her tone changed. "You need to come forward. You cannot stay here. This is no longer where you live. It's just where you're from and it's time to move on."
I felt the tension and anxiety in the air. The house started feeling heavy. A sadness began to overcome me as I started to tune out what the Reiki was saying. Etta was there, I could feel her next to me and felt a touch on my face.
"I am sorry." I heard her whisper.
She was listening to the Reiki and she was scared. The realization that she knew she was going to leave was overwhelming to her. She became emotional; full of fear. It was the first time I really sensed her emotionally. It became overwhelming to me as she was talking faster with a level of panic.
"Will he be there!?!" She said.
I told her I didn't know who she was talking about. The Reiki responded that she was going to a place where no one would harm her. She would be at peace.
"When did you die? What happened? I need to know so I can help you." The Reiki asked.
She didn't know. She didn't understand what had happened to her. She had no concept of time. She told me her days never ended. She had no memory of days, weeks, or years. Time didn't exist to her. No past, no present, no future.
She tried to talk to the others in room but only I could hear her.
"Why can they not hear me!?! She screamed at me.
"I don't know. I don't know." I fearfully said out loud to her. "Talk to them through me, I'll tell them what you say."
Calmness came back into the room. It was peaceful. I felt her sitting next to me again. She began to open up emotionally.
She wanted to talk to us, tell us everything. She wanted to explain. What she had to say would finally answer questions about what we had been through.
She wanted to confess; she wanted forgiveness.
This is our ghost story from the beginning to where we are now. Thanks to help of Amy Allan and Steve DiSchiavi, along with the rest of The Dead Files, we are able to live a somewhat normal life.
Tuesday, January 1, 2019
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Thanks Trish! It's nice to write again and update our story. With all my traveling & the holidays, it's been difficult to find the time to do so.Delete
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