Ghosts of our Own Making

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The Uninvited……

“I think it is over!”

Jesse said,

“Do ya think so then lad?”

I mocked a bit…

Then added teasing...

“Apparently something here does not like Jesse!”

Jesse shrugged…

“After all missy, he said to me, it was your dress he coveted!”

Shivering I gave him a squinty look with my eyes and asked...

“What Next?”

“Call it a night,” Jesse said, then added something I quite agreed with…

“Let’s camp out on the living rooms couches, and leave some lights on!”

Cautiously we went upstairs to get ready for bed…

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Nothing was amiss, except that the door to Joseph’s room was now closed.

I made Jesse go inside with me as I gathered my nightgown, robe, and things, and then went into the older brother’s room so Jesse could gather his toiletries and PJ’s.

Taking pillows and blankets we went downstairs and set up camp in the living room/library located off of the kitchen.

Jesse lit a small fire in the grate and we sat around for a while talking it all over, trying to make a bit of sense over what had occurred that evening.

Earlier in the kitchen, I had spied an old bottle of elderberry brandy and we opened it, drinking right from the bottle!

Jesse pondered…

“Wonder what would have happened if we’d had a proper Ouija board then? “

“Maybe nothing different.”

I offered…

Then, thinking of the old photo upstairs…

“It couldn’t have been Joseph, obviously enough…Maybe it was the slow looking boy in the coloured photo in the attic, maybe he was confused with so many names?”

Jesse asked somberly…

“So you are saying=, that whatever it was, had a limited level of understanding when alive…Or dead ?”

I mulled it over for a minute, tongue in my cheek…

“If could be, added to that a child’s naturally short attention span… and it all makes a bit of sense, don’t you think?”

Jesse nodded, then looked at me dead seriously…

“But what about the mannequin, and how was a young child able to move it downstairs then?”

I shook my head, before adding to my cousin’s question…

“And why my dress? I don’t know the answers to that, except that we should probably stay close to one another until the others arrive tomorrow!”

I also added as an afterthought….

“ I don’t think it means us any harm, at least me anyway!”

I grinned up at my cousin before going on…

“ I noticed you never really received a response to any of your questions, just the ones I asked… Anyhow, I suggest we just leave things be and get through the weekend, then have nothing more to do with the house!”

Jesses looked at me all forlorn…

“Easy for you to say! I have to help Dad with cleaning it up for when the Pastor comes to take ownership!”

I slapped a hand to my mouth, so Jesse could not see me with an irreverent smirk…

“That right, I forgot the Church was willed the old place, maybe they will bring an exorcist along then?”

Jesse just shot me a look, and I could see that the wheels of his mind were turning!

I quickly advised…

“Let things be, let’s keep this between ourselves, no one should be any the wiser!”

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And with that said we both snuggled in, and I found myself pondering as I watched the flames dance, forming their grotesque shapes on the walls and ceiling….

What did it all mean.. ?

What was this 9-year-old spirit haunting a house where all its inhabitants had lived well into old adulthood? Why was it calling itself Joseph, a man in his late 80’s who was still alive? Who was the handicapped child in the Attic Picture, what was his story?

We needed a key I thought, a Skelton key, to unlock these mysteries.

And as it turned out later, there was a key, held in the form of Jesse’s dad!

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