Page 9 of Shadowing My Dreams
“You have a ghost problem?”
“No! Not me, I…” He held his hands up and waved them around wildly. He really was scared. It consumed him.
“You really don’t have anything to fear. I’m not going to judge you or anything. That’s not my job. But I can’t help if I don’t know what the issue is,” I said calmly.
“I think my friend has a ghost in his house,” he blurted. There it was – the reason for him coming in. I was afraid I was going to have to coax it out of him. He believed there was a ghost himself. He had seen something.
“What makes you think that? Please, tell me what’s happening and I will tell you what it is Icanorcannotdo.” I gestured over to my counter and walked behind it. Maybe some distance between us would help him.
“Last night, we… I called him, and he saidhe had lost his phone. He swears that he didn’t carry his phone upstairs. He said he hadn’t gone up there at all, and he had been looking for it. I called, and he followed the sound upstairs to his bedroom. The phone was on the fucking windowsill.”
I nodded. “Spirits have a hard time moving objects. It takes a lot of energy for them to be able to do that. You’re sure that he didn’t go up and forget that he left it there?”
“I… No, I’m not sure. But I believe him. He’s just not the kind of guy who would normally forget something like that, you know?” He sighed heavily and leaned one arm on my counter.
“Go on. Anything else?”
“He’s been seeing shadows moving in the periphery of his eyes – you know – off to the side.”
“Yes, I… I know what that means.” I smiled, trying to make this easier for him. He was really wound up and having a hard time telling me about it. That was because he believed everything he was saying, and he didn’t want to. It made him uneasy, as it should. There was something in his past that caused this. But what?
“Sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” He laughed but there was no mirth in the sound.
“Are you a believer? In ghosts, I mean.”
“Yes.” He bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath. “I lived in a house that was haunted when I was a kid. Nothing serious happened, I guess. But we could see her every now and then like a fine mist walking through the house. It’s… It was my grandmother, and I’ve never forgotten.”
“You saw something last night yourself, didn’t you?”
He nodded. “More like heard something. We were downstairs, and we heard a loud bang. When we got upstairs to his bedroom, one of his chest drawers was lying on its side, and all of the contents were scattered around the room. It was fucking freaky.”
“Could it have fallen out? Maybe it was loose?” I needed to ask everything. I had been punked a few times and didn’t enjoy it. But I could see that he was not kidding. He was very serious.
“No. It was a body length away from the chest. It looked like someone pulled it out and threw it.”
“Once again, that’s… that would take a certain type of energy. Has your friend experienced anything else?” The spirit had to have something to feed off of. Usually, it was a person if this kind of stuff was happening. Poltergeists usually thrived on making people’s emotions wild and chaotic.
“He said he heard a whisper.”
I widened my eyes. “Could he understand it?” I asked incredulously. This was very rare for a non-psychic to hear a ghost.
“It said to leave.”
“Interesting.” I walked over to the desk and grabbed my keys. “Shall we?”
“What?” he looked at me wild-eyed.
“I don’t know if I don’t go. You want me to help you, right?”
“Yeah, how much would that be?” he asked slowly and dropped his head again.
“It’s… I don’t know until I know what I’m dealing with. I may get there and decide that this haunting isn’t anything that I can help with. There are limits to what can sometimes be done, and there are certain types of hauntings that I won’t get involved in.”
“Oh! Ok…” He bit his bottom lip.
“Typically, it could be anywhere from two to five thousand, depending on how much I have to do. Does that sound ok?”
“It’s guaranteed?” He looked me in the eye.
