My Spiritual Path Part 8
The tension in the air as we sat on the stairs was indescribable. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck and my throat was dry.
“Why are you bothering these people?”
Silence, dead silence, no pun intended.
“Who are you? Can you give us a clue?”
I was fast running out of questions. Just when I thought we were finished, I heard a noise which sounded like something heavy was being dragged across the gravel floor in the direction of the cistern.
Barb spoke for the first time “Anyone else hear that?” All of us acknowledged that we had.
“What do you think is happening?” Barb asked.
I had heard enough for one sitting.
“I have no idea, but I’m ready to go back upstairs.”
I Stood and turned, scaling the few steps back to the basement door. Everyone followed. Once we returned to the dining room with the door securely closed behind us, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
I returned to my seat and picked up the Tarot cards, placing them back in a deck.
“Anyone have any ideas?”
No one answered, so I took the lead.
“Yeah, me neither. Let’s see if he’s still with us.”
I again laid the Page of Wands.
“Boom”
“It’s obvious that the spirit can see, hear and understand us, so I think we need to develop a code to communicate with it.”
“Boom.”
“OK spirit. One bang on the pipes for ‘yes’ two bangs for ‘no’ got it?
“Boom.”
I was excited. Now, we’re getting somewhere I thought.
“Are you a male?”
“Boom.” Even before I finished the question.
I turned over the next card it was the ‘Lovers.’
“Were you killed in this house?”
“Boom.”
“Were you killed because of a relationship?”
“Boom.”
“Was it a love relationship?”
“Boom.”
I had an ESP style impression.
“Were you in a relationship with a woman in this house?”
“Boom.”
“Was she married to someone else?”
Nothing, not a sound. I looked at my hosts. They shrugged.
“Sounds like you hit a nerve,’ Chad said.
“So, it seems. Are you still with us?”
“Boom.”
“Were you having an extramarital affair with the woman of the house?”
The booms started coming one after the other, louder and louder until it sounded like someone playing the drums. The noise was so loud, that I wanted to leave this session and regroup.
I asked my hosts, “Is there someplace quiet that we can talk?”
“The deck,” Chad shouted over the noise.
We made our way onto the outside deck which overhung the water. When the sliding door was closed, it became extremely quiet. It was the first time I realized that I had been shouting to be heard, inside the house.
The rain had stopped and the moon, which was full, was peeking from behind the vanishing rainclouds causing a brilliant sparkle from nearby tree limbs and other ice-covered objects. Mother Nature sure had a way of turning dismal weather into a scenic masterpiece. A breeze was blowing off the frozen lake and with the temperature being only 15 degrees, it wasn’t long before we were all freezing our tails off.
“I’m gonna do some research.” I offered.
“You will come back, won’t you?” Linda asked
Inside the house, the noise droned on, loud and uninterrupted. I nodded my head toward the house.
“If you want me to.”
“He’ll stop eventually, he always does,” Chad offered.
I looked at Barb, she nodded.
“Yes, we’ll be back,” I answered. “Now, I hate to be a party pooper, but I’m freezing. Can we go inside?”
We decided that I would call and arrange another meeting when I had done some research.
There was no interruption to the noise. We donned our coats preparing to leave and headed for the front door. As we passed the door to the basement, I took a chance and opened the door. The volume level increased substantially. I yelled into the basement “If you want us to help you we will, but in the meantime, you’ve gotta knock this stuff off.
I shut the door firmly and the noise stopped, almost instantly. We could have heard each other whisper

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