I Need an Exorcist

[dotinthesky]

One of our guests saw a ghost outside her chalet this past weekend. She said he was a man in a suit, with hair slicked back.

My 4-year-old nephew, who lives at the entrance to our guesthouse, has also been seeing a man at night. This one sits in my brother's living room when the lights go out and waves at my nephew if he happens to wander by.

My sister-in-law tried to tell him there was nothing to be afraid of, that the man was good. But my nephew replied "no mom, he's not nice - he's worse than a bicho papão." [1]

One of our maids has heard a baby cry in our laundry room and a male voice whisper calming words to it.

The list of things that have broken or blown up by themselves these past two months is endless: my mom's car, the pool's motor, the water pump, a varanda double-glazed window, computers, laptops, cameras, fridges, washing machines, lamps, televisions, routers, even my bloody flip flops.

A few weeks ago, I had to sleep at my grandmother's house because the guesthouse was full. I had the house to myself as my grandmother prefers to sleep in the main house. (She doesn't mind spending the day alone in her house but she gets scared alone at night.)

I woke up in the early hours to the sound of someone moving cutlery, cups and plates in her kitchen. I didn't dare get up and investigate. All doors were locked from the inside in the morning.

[1] A bicho papão is a type of "monster under the bed", wheeled out to scare disobedient children.

Comments

[myendeavorca.livejournal.com]

You do not want to fuck with demons. They will follow if they attach. Jason's parents house=same problem. I will not ever spend a night there. During daylight hours we saw: Jason and I walked down the stairs and both startled an Angel one day, she had a look on her face they basically translated to...oh shit, you were not supposed to see me and then flew out the fireplace, we both looked at each other and screamed at the same time did you see that?! The last night I was there overnight storm clouds gathered over my bed and the room grew ice cold and electrically charged. That was shortly before Jason's Mom started to lose her mind... I always feel that the place is a portal of some kind...very much Ghostbusters, I know (sounds weird but...)...or something just attached to the land, I do not know. We are mere mortals, I do not think we need to know it all. That kind of thing does frighten me. Luckily (for living in that house) Jason's parents are extremely religious...they have not been frightened away and pray continually and hold Bible studies there weekly. My faith is shaky, at best, most days.

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

I´m starting to think the living are worse than the dead...