Before my step-second cousin had been called to her final destination upon leaving this earth, the two of us had a bit of a thing between us that didnt last long primarily due to my repressed psyche that became corrupted through years of diligently placed installments of somewhat of a moronic interpretation of morality i've adopted as a given. And now, I look as if I'm stupid in believing I should live with such absurdity. Since the cats out of the bag, it's common knowledge that you can marry your second cousin, and even a first cousin in some states. This isn't the first ripe cherry dangling on the tree ready to be plucked, yet just to let go of, to fall wastefully on the savage ground below, due to the unethical brainwashing our predicessors instilled within us.
I just wish, I didnt feel so ugly when we were together for those couple of days. I miss her, for not only the brief moments we had shared, but just simply with being near her had always brought about such a positive spiritual aliveness rarely shown in others, She was a gem in the rough.
It was a couple of months after I had quickly ended it with us, and, did it ever, end abruptly! It came over me so fast, and out of my mouth without thinking first, and it was just by simply asking her if she was ready to go home now? With one short look into my eyes, she was on a mission. She was grabbing her things up, and heading to my apartments front door before I could formulate the words to answer her question, "why?"
When we arrived at her place,
We parted inside of a slightly foggy mist of unanswered questions with abnormal parting pleasantries, leaving me feeling quite hollow, and wordless. I was dumbfounded, would be the nearest word that seems to fit.

The couple of months that came and went from the time we saw each other til the moment, i saw her next, was filled with a building up of anticipation of finally laying to rest the situation that needed answers of why we had parted. Instead, the second she came back upstairs after letting me in her house, then her bedroom, and after designating that my only destination until her return was to be upstairs, and to await her arrival seated upon her bed, I basically, threw myself on her.
"Whooa, sir!" she yelled out sternly while jumping sideways and backing away from me like I had just shit myself or something. She went on to nip this advancement on her in the bud without any hesitation. She flatly said just because we had a time together recently, that dont mean that she was ready for more or for that matter, for any kind of relationship like that. "Now that was awesome to have the cards out on the table at the git go!" was the thought that put a smile on my face, not from embarrassment usually associated with times like this. It was her tactfulness with the showing of no resentment normally accompanying these types of situations, that seemed to be the best thing clearing the air between us.
We seemed alot like we were getting even closer at that point, but, with having a clear view of the, 'now us', our friendship continued on without interruption.

It could have been that night, or another, I'm not too sure, cause we had many times that we swapped crazy stories that dealt with the paranormal, but the story she told was just one out of her collection that sticks out the most due to the fact that it was the closest. She told me that there is a spirit inside of the wall in the area just inside of the small square shaped door, as she pointed to the wall to the left of me, right next to the stairway leading down into the kitchen, and back door of the house.
We were to be quiet for a moment after she told me of its presence to make sure it remained undesturbed by her letting me in on it being there. It didnt make any noise that time, so i was good to go, and then carried on until it was time to get back home. A couple times there was a few knocks coming from the other side of that wall when we were being a little bit louder than usual.

It was months later that my friend Greg had accompanied me over to Tera's home to visit her, when we had gotten a rather sizeable taste of this entity living behind the wall next to the stairway leading upstairs, that is completely unforgettable.

Tera knew we were coming over because I called to warn her that I was bringing Greg with, and that was just fine with her. She'd known Greg for years who used to be one of my second cousins husbands for like, fifteen years or so, until the inevitable ending happens normally associated with underage marriages.
Just after greeting us at the back door, we were promptly escorted to Teras private personal upstairs chambers. After unlocking the door that would take us onto the stairs going up I heard loud voices coming from out of the big living room that was just past the kitchen, and dining room. Tera seemed rushed by allowing Greg and me in finding our own seats, as she hurriedly explained that she wouldn't be too long in returning but it was a must in taking care of the goings on downstairs. She headed down the stairs with the clear order to not bother the ghost behind the wall. I concurred before she slipped out of sight.
Now, Greg being quite a bit of a child-like prodegy of the rebellious in nature type of touble maker, looked over to see where I stood with this recent commanding directive given, and all i could do was smile, so just for kicks he threw a metal lid from a metal cookie box at the wall. It hit hard and clanked repeatedly almost hitting every step going all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
Even though i had witnessed a couple of banging noises once or twice while being there before, this thing made some serious noise that actually started to scare both of us.
The noise it made from beyond the wall was so loud and hostile sounding, that Greg and me stood up and were ready to get the hell out of there right then. We just kept looking at the door in the wall, then back at each other, and yelled out, "what do we do now!!?", and, "I dunno!!" a couple of times, and difinitely weren't sure at all about going any closer to that wall leading down to safety, when Tera came running up the stairs cussing and pointing and screaming over the noise, that we have to go now, right now! And pushed us down the stairs and out the back door, yelling how she told us not to bug the thing in there. She was pissed. Needless to say, it was along time before I went to see my cousin again.
The next time was when she had cancer and I brought my oldest son over when she was having a yard sale, while moving out of that house.