GUARDIAN TALES...WEBMASTERS TALES

Guardian (Part II - Confirmation)

"So it IS real, then." I thought of CC's comment often through the days as I tried to adjust to living with an unseen entity in the house. We talked about it; the three of us, uncertain then whether to be concerned about it's presence or not. One thing that still fascinates me all these years later are the different ways each of us reacted to our 'roomie.'

CC, even after her acknowledging there was an entity at the dinner table that night, opted for denial. She would shake her head, eyes wide, and say, "There's no such thing," sometimes repeatedly, as though it were a litany. I didn't blame her; the presence made me very uncomfortable. Because of these feelings, I made certain CC and Sis knew that although I had to acknowledge it was there, I didn't like that it was, and felt it was not a good thing. Sis agreed that there was an entity in the house with us. But, unlike CC and I, she was more accepting. "That's okay, it can stay." she said once, sending a chill down my spine.

Once we had verbally acknowledged it's existence, it no longer concealed itself. None of us were able to see the thing; but I felt it's pressing energy everywhere, moving through the house at will. It almost became a game, "Where is it now?" I would wait a moment, searching, and then there it would be, moving across the room, or upstairs, or seemingly not there at all. I found myself thinking about vampires, and how they can't get in unless you invite them in; that as long as you didn't open the window they scratched at, you were safe. Did our open acknowledgement of it let the entity in?

We said nothing in front of the girls, not wanting to frighten them. Apparently the children weren't bothered--they were never frightened, never asked if there was something there, seemingly completely unaware, which was fine with us. Although their bedroom felt strange to me, I never thought the entity was in that room--I don't remember ever feeling that pressing energy there, in spite of that strange urge to scream that first night when I went in to pull down the shade.

But things were changing in the house. I began to have problems when I took a shower, and soon learned to dread taking them. There was nothing wrong with the bathroom itself; the shower was a decent one, and there was plenty of light in there, etc., but more and more when I was there under the spray, I felt the entities' presence in the room. At first it was faint, as though passing through, but it grew to a hideous strength over time. I found myself washing my hair and face with record speed, not wanting to have my eyes closed for even a second longer than I had to. I would rush so much that sometimes my face would feel tight from not rinsing the soap off properly.

The damned thing! It didn't come in every time, but that didn't ease my mind. I still rushed to dry my eyes, still peeked out from behind the shower curtain to search the room anxiously, heart pounding. When it did make an appearance, the power of it's energy was awful, thick and pulsing and malevolent against my skin, especially on my face and hands. I knew it wasn't going to physically hurt me; but the horror of sensing it there, of feeling it's awareness, made my stomach twist as I rushed to finish and leave the room. To this day, I don't know if CC and Sis felt this when showering. I don't remember ever asking them, but all these years later I still am in the habit of hanging the towel over the curtain rod (or shower door) in easy reach so I can dry my eyes as soon as humanly possible.

I began hearing scratching and quiet little knocking noises in the walls, 3 scratches, a pause, a repeat, then pause and 3 scratches again. "3 in series of 3," I thought, "isn't that a demonic sign?" staring at where the sounds were, not even attempting to explain them away as rodents. Mice can't count, after all. NOT in MY experience, anyway.

The front door in the living room was broken. It would not stay closed, and couldn't be locked. We seldom used this door, and didn't worry about it when we left the house, and when we were home at night. Inside the living room in front of the door, there was half circle extending in a 3 foot radius of energy. It didn't feel evil, or even particularly strong, but it was there all the time. Sis and I talked about this broken door, and how we didn't worry about it being unlockable. We knew somehow, that if anyone came in the door intending to harm us, they would not make it past that odd radius of energy. "Kind of like having a Guardian, huh?" One of us had said--

And from then on, the entity had a name...

-Webmaster-

End Part II

Part I    Part II    Part III    Part IV    Part V    Part VI   Part VII

Part VIII   Epilogue