Elissa moves out with her daughter. They are temporarily living at Elissa’s mother’s house. But things don’t seem much better, just less intense.
I drive by myself to meet Elissa at her mother’s house. She looks tired, drained. She hugs me for a long time and stares at me. Then she says: “ I miss this interaction, Kathy. I am starving inside. Any human attention I can get doesn’t seem enough to get me back to where I need to be. Thank you for coming.”
The environment fells heavy, tense.
We sit down in the living room and I feel this heavy weight over my shoulders. It is a physical sensation. I try to assess the environment and it definitely feels as if we are being watched. I look at Elissa.
I know she has not been entirely honest with me. I saw her reactions last time we were at her house. I could tell there was more to the story and due to the absurd events that we witnessed as a group, I was not willing to risk my well-being any further. So, I tell her: “Elissa. I am afraid it will be a while, if ever, that you may be able to go back to your house. It is just my uneducated guess from my gut feeling.The reason is that I believe there is more to it than what you are telling me. And there is more to it that “Nicolas” haunting your place. In fact, to be honest I don’t think it is Nicolas. I really don’t have the expertise or the time to spend searching for answers from a “ghost”. Do you understand how odd this whole thing is?”
Elissa’s answer: “no, I don’t.”
“Well Elissa. It is very odd. This isn’t what I do for living. You can search online for some paranormal group and ask for their help, if you believe such people can help you. I know I can’t. “
Elissa stares off in the air, takes a deep breath of resignation and says: “Ok, Kathy. Here it goes. I knew about Nicola’s death. His family contacted me right after it happened. Nicola’s brother hates me. He took over the situation after the break up, hired an attorney to take away my car. Nicolas bought the car and put it on my name. He also put the boat and the cabin in my name. His brother is trying to take everything away from me. These things belong to me. Nicolas gave them to me because he loves me. So, I received the notice of a hearing from his attorney for January now. I got desperate and, well I don’t know, I just began searching online for mediums to contact Nicolas. I figured that if he haunted his brother, his brother would leave me alone.”
Jesus on heavens. The logic that some people use… I just stared at her. Then I ask her. “What did take you to contact a medium instead of getting a lawyer? Of all people you could have contacted, why a medium???”
Elissa stops. She gets quiet. She gets up and grabs a bottle of wine. This is 10:00 am! I look at her and she seems to move aimlessly back and forth. She gets a glass of wine then she sits down. She is not looking at me. She is playing with the wine. Then she tells me:” I slept with Sebastian. He is Nicolas’ brother. It was not an one time thing but several times all over the time. Sebastian has some videos of what we did in bed and with who. This changes everything.”
Now for sure my stomach is churning and I can feel things closing up on me.
Elissa continues. “My sister said that only a miracle could remediate the situation. I don’t believe in God or anything like that. But I know ghosts linger and I have not set Nicolas free. Because he is fucking stupid, weak, and broken and decided to check out before I was done with him, it doesn’t mean he stopped being mine. I do what the fuck I want and if he thinks that being dead will set him free, he is mistaken. No one leaves me.”
I sit there speechless staring at her. I wish I had recorded that conversation.
I ask her if she actually contacted someone online. She answers: “Yes. He is actually pretty good! He asked me for some clothes and stuff that belonged to Nicolas!”
“And you gave Nicolas’ things to this person?”
“Yes, I did. I have a Ouija board since my teens. I was using it trying to contact Nicolas. Not that I believe it works but I don’t care. Nothing else he would know he belongs to me and he can’t leave until I say so.”
Elissa begins to giggle like a 4 year old.
I am a nurse and I deal with mental health patients. I can identify when one is about to break from reality and go into a psychotic episode. Elissa seemed to be heading that direction. Her mother walks in as I am trying to get Elissa to let go of the wine. Her mother looks distressed.
She asks me if there were more developments and I am not quite sure what she means by that. Meanwhile, Elissa gets up comes and hugs me… and gets stuck in place. She doesn’t want to let me go. I am felling “crowded” and a hint of panic begins to come to me as I grab her arms and push her away.
Elissa’s mother gets her to sit down. Elissa’s father walks in with groceries and after her mother explains the current “moods”, he takes Elissa to her bedroom.
Elissa’s mother tells me that some events have been happening in her house now, that is hard to categorize them as scary. Scary is not the word. Things as knocking noises, furniture moving across the room,dishes hitting against each other on the sink, lights flickering. She doesn’t specify what else but stares at the stairs nervously as if she were speaking behind someone’s back. I don’t ask. I feel overwhelmed by the negativity in the air. It is as if the environment was sucked by this cold, empty, dark place and anything in it becomes paralyzed, frozen, sucked empty, lifeless. It was a very “palpable” feeling, concrete, real.
She then asks me what I think it is happening. I don’t really know other than it is extremely negative. I believe that it is not Nicolas who is making presence in Elissa’s house and now in her house. I sensed Nicolas but I don’t think it was Nicolas who so promptly answered me that day because there was a horrific feeling associated with that male voice. It was inhuman. I think something more powerful is present and with time passing, the attachment is getting stronger. More so because whatever that is, it seems attached to Elissa since it has followed her to her mother’s house. That isn’t human. It is beyond human to do that.
They will need real help and not just anyone or wannabes and little groups and crazy mediums found online but someone serious, knowledgeable people who can manage the situation. If not, this won’t go away. Ever.
After saying that, I felt this chill sensation crawling up my whole body. This cold electrical energy was buzzing on my skin engulfing me. It made me stop speaking. I just stood there trying to understand what was happening. I felt my feet going numb, and cold as if I was stepping on ice barefoot. My toes hurt. It felt as if needles were pricking the soles of my feet. I felt pressure in my chest as if someone was trying to restrain my breathing. The image of these big whitish hands with a blue hue glowing from them began forming in my mind. He was there, right there. He was breathing cold breath on my neck, smelling my hair. I manage to move away and stare back into nothing in the air but I felt as if he moved with me. As if he was trying to attach to me, to my vital energy. Glued to me. I stepped back further away and with my hands I blocked something invisible in front of me. It was as if I was touching slimy scales in a dead cold fish. I felt repulse and immediately withdrew my hands. Gross! Saying it out and loud, I commanded him to step away from me. Repeating it, not giving time for him to manifest back. I was blocking his manifestation. I gave him no permission to approach me. None. He must leave me. The sensation of numbness came back stronger. I closed my eyes and fought the horrific images forming in my mind at a fast pace to cause me dizziness. A buzzing noise was inside of my head. It hurt. I focused on the flame I created and exponentially pushed that thought forward as I felt the block. I felt my will getting weaker and yet I pushed my thought forward and forward and forward until I felt warmth combing back to me. Until I could breathe. I felt warmer, then hot, then burning hot and so I opened my eyes. He is standing there, four inches away facing me. Glaring at me with hate. Piercing hate. A head without hair. A monstrous white face. The skin looked as if it was made of a type of soft thick moveable clay. No eyebrows. No eyelashes. Eyes deep in the sockets. Protuberant forehead. The mouth was a black hole. No teeth. “I am not taking you in”. And I pushed forward, one more inch until that thing made a horrible sound. A mixture of a scream with a metallic type of sound as if something sharp was scratching against a metal. Scratchy noises.
Then this strong noise happens as if someone kicked the front door of the house. The whole house rattles!
Elissa’s father and Elissa ran downstairs. Elissa’s mother is staring at me speechless. They asked what happened. Unable to explain exact what happened, I tell about it superficially and advise them to look for professional help. I am done. I have to be done. I cannot deal with that “thing”.
Elissa’s mother just stares at me and at the door.
The horror of the situation paralyzed her. Unable to speak for some minutes, she finally comes back and breaks out crying. She stated: “it was the most horrific figure I ever saw in my life. There are no words to describe how it looks like and how it makes you feel. The hate emanates is indescribable. I can only hope that God really exists. I can only hope.”
Meanwhile, Elissa becomes enraged because she was not the one to see the “creature”. Elissa begins to cry, scream, cuss at it saying that she spent time and money to give “it” life and now “it” does what? Shows up to some idiot (she was talking about me), and to her mother who is weak as little worm. Elissa’s rage gets worse and worse and she begins to break dishes and scream uncontrollably, completely out of control. To someone who never experienced the “creature”, the person could assume that now Elissa became “possessed”. No, she did not. The hate, fury that a human being can put out, in its worst, can’t be compare to the fury of this “creature”. I talk about complete annihilation, destruction of everything into nothing. A black hole that destroys life.
This is beyond the nature that we know to exist. But “this” exists.
I grabbed my purse and I ran out the door.
I didn’t look back… as I know “he” was watching my departure from the house.
I can only be thankful for the sunshine cutting through the trees in the cold morning.
Thankful for my son sitting on the couch cozy, warm, safe, playing his games.
Thankful that I can breath, can feel, can come here and can type this event.
Thankful that my instincts kicked in.
Thankful that I don’t need to dwell of the leftovers of the fear I felt but I can move forward from this painful event.
Thankful for my gift that somehow showed those parents what they needed to see and allowed them to make their own decisions.
Just… thankful.
