Part 2
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I couldn't sleep. I knew what I had happened, that it was no dream. The lingering stink of the the "Thing", (I had the distinct impression it was a male spirt, but was unsure right then), was left hanging like rotting, melted damp and moldy linens. I wasn't afraid to sleep, no, I was pissed off! This was the first time as a mother, I had experienced a potential threat of this nature, to my kids and like any mother, I figured that "Thing" better be glad it had chosen to go, cuz I was all ready to kick ass!
That's what I told myself, but I was really more mad at myself for not sensing ANY energies the minute my feet had stepped on the property. I couldn't understand it, and decided to just get up, coffee up, and unpack. Both kids hadn't budged through any of it, it appeared. I decided not to say anything about it. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them...
Oh how wrong I was.
Dawn was approaching anyway and I had work later that night. I was excited and looking forward to unpacking and arranging with the kids their own rooms. That's all they had drove me nuts about prior to actually moving. I sat on the front porch as the sun came up coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, tapping my foot hoping that they would hurry and wait their little butts up!
But lingering in the back of my mind, I was listing what needed to be done about the "Thing".
Finally, after too much coffee, unpacking the kitchen and dining room, and about 3 hours, both sleepy headed, clumsy from not quite awake, kids joined me on the front porch.
Ian slumped down onto a big packed bag of bed linen, looking cross and rubbing his eyes. Ivy, curled up in his lap, closing her eyes and snuggling him.
My alarm bells kinda let off a weak tinkling somewhere inside me. ...