Stop him.
6
The Star
Stop who?
Better yet…why?
I was truly lost in thought, reimagining my life, and basking in the joy the changes brought. I clearly remember jotting down the feelings connected to each pillar, but I have absolutely no memory of writingstop himrepeatedly.
The words are haphazardly scribbled between my vision board thoughts, and if it weren’t so clearly my own handwriting, I’d question if someone else had written them.
Could I have been possessed? I mean…stranger things have occurred in the past couple months. And if that is the case, something needs to be done about it.
Possession is where I draw the line.
Corinne and Natalia, her mother, have both made it clear that poltergeists are not entities I want around, and it’s becoming clear why.
Unfortunately, our night of vision boards might have to be cut short so that we can begin to investigate this ghost and help her on her way.
When I make it back into the family room, the girls are already well into gluing their visions on their boards. Lanie and Corinne are finishing up the last of theirs, and Nina isn’t far behind them.
“Looks like I’ll be completing mine another night,” I say to the group. “I got a little…bewitched.”
Lanie looks up. “What does that mean?” Her eyes are narrowed in on me. “What have you been doing?”
“Journaling. And let’s just say it went a little sideways.”
She smiles. “That’s a good thing, Alyssa. Take your time with this. It’s not the new year yet. You have time.”
“It’s not all good, but we’ll discuss that in a moment. Right now, I need a stiff drink,” I say, heading toward the gin.
I pour a double and slam it before pouring another.
“Whoa there,” Nina says, coming up beside me. “What’s with the gin guzzling? That position within our friend group is firmly reserved for Lanie.”
I offer a half smile, trying hard not to allow my hands to continue shaking.
“Are you going to start clipping pictures?” Nina asks, and I shake my head. “I think I’m going to sit with my journal for a couple days. I’m not sure what words are mine in that thing.”
Her eyes squint, and she’s about to say something when Lanie addresses the group.
“Corinne is done with her board. How about you, Nina?”
She nods. “Mine is done.”
Lanie claps. “Good. Will you share yours with us?”
Nina scoots closer to me. “What’s wrong, Ally? Your hands are shaking.”
I plan to tell all of them, but I need a minute to collect myself. I’m not even sure what to say. I’m seeing a ghost, and I think she’s able to use me like a marionette?
“I’ll go first,” Corinne says.
We follow Corinne into the room, taking our seats as she walks to the front, facing the couch.
“My main objective this year is to hone my spirituality and build my career around it.” She points to a section that saysThird Eye.
