Such Is My Life

About a year ago, my sister Kay, her son, and I felt the activity in our house was growing out of... I hesitate to say 'control' for obvious reasons. More like, it was growing out of reasonable tolerance.

Ever since we moved into our grandparents' two-storey house on the farm three years back, there has been activity. Not daily, and never anything too bad. Footsteps where there was no people, doors shutting, lights on when we knew we had left them off, just little things. It wasn't hurting anyone, and neither of us felt anything malicious or unhappy around the house, so we let whoever it was be. No reason to go stirring up trouble where there was none, we decided. Please note, however, that though our grandparents don't live with us, the upkeep of all the land and the house getting to be too much for them, my grandparents are both very much still alive. We knew from the beginning it was very unlikely that, whoever was with us in the house, it was not our grandparents.

My other sister, Tiff, lived in the downstairs portion of the house with her friend during this time. Tiff, at the time, was... Cavalier about her well-being. She did things that hurt her, and poisoned her, and was more or less in a pretty dark place. It didn't take long for our silent partners of the house to get across that they were Most Displeased with what was going on downstairs. Unfortunately, there was really no stopping Tiff, and things more or less spiralled out of control. Looking back now, I have a bad feeling Tiff let something into the house that was NOT our hitherto silent roommates.

Everything came to a head last year. Tiff had moved out, but the activity was still out of line. Banging on the wall, TV's running without being plugged in, and power flickering. The final straw was that they started making Kay's son cry. He'd wake up screaming that there was 'a bad man' in his room, when he'd never had nightmares before. I don't care who you are, that's just unnecessary. So I got in touch with a local witch and her second, who I reliably knew through a co-worker, and they graciously agreed to come to the house, take stock of our mess, and do a smudging.

Their overall feedback of the house was hopeful. They had sensed two strong entities, one male and one female. They seemed a bit angry, but more frustrated, I remember they said. Considering all the recent changes around the house, people-wise, Mrs. K and her second said that this wasn't surprising. They did a smudging, and everything calmed down SO much. The two entities the ladies spoke of vanished, and the house went quiet. Tiff got out of her dark place, picked up her life, and is living with a new, and better, friend not far away.

Overall, while I think our family motto 'Ignore it or endure it' has helped us growing up and through life, it has also just about reached its done date. There are times when you need to reach out for some help, and not just soldier on.