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| Charles Walker |
"My brother, Charles, struggled with addiction. Mom and Dad were looking for a treatment center. He was sick, very sick, and trying hard to kick the habit on his own. He was so sad, so depressed."
She stopped, looked around, and lowered her voice.
"He used to pace back and forth in his room. I could always hear his footsteps. Then he took his life in his bedroom - right above the master bedroom. Occasionally, after the funeral, we could hear him walking back and forth up there, pacing."
"Mom and Dad called in a priest to bless the house and that room in particular. They even asked a psychic medium to come in and do a blessing. And I honestly thought it was the end of the matter. I never heard Charles again. But if you're hearing those sounds, I guess it means it didn't work. I don't know what else to say."
Emma and I engaged in small talk about school and other things, and then we finished our lunch. After we went our separate ways, I returned home with some takeout for Hailee. When she got home, I told her what Emma had said.
Before the next rent payment was due, I informed the Walkers that I would be moving out and why. They were apologetic and understanding. They had known about the "problem" in the house, but like Emma, they thought the matter was settled. Still, I think it would have been nice if they'd told me before I moved in.
Within a month, I found a reasonably priced (and modern) apartment. Hailee and I moved in two weeks later. I'm pleased to report that I've felt no negative energy in the new house. Nor have we heard footsteps. The apartment is just a normal dwelling - just the way we like it.
The End
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