Visitor

[poliphilo]

"Turn over slowly," says Ailz. "And tell me what you see."

We're in bed. We've been in bed ten minutes or so. It's just past midnight.

I turn over. "Where?" I ask.

"About level with my shoulder."

I can't see anything and I say so. "What am I supposed to see?"

"There's a shadow. I was looking at the wall and suddenly the darkness got darker. And there's movement inside it."

"You think we've got a visitor?"

"Yes. You really can't see it?"

"No. But then I never can."

Bah; I find it really frustrating. I'm the one who's interested in ghosts- the true believer- but I never see a thing.

Shortly after she'd drawn my attention to it, the shape faded. I don't think this house is haunted; we don't have any permanent, unlisted residents; but we do get these visitors from time to time. Ailz never sees enough detail to identify them, but there was no feeling of menace or hostility- there never is (we have protection in place)- so I guess it was a friend.

I'd love to know who...

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

We used to be witches (Ailz still is) and if you're messing around with whatever it is we were messing around with, it makes sense to put things in place to keep hostile and malevolent energies at bay.

Ailz puts up pentacles and draws circles of protection. We also have "a guardian" in the form of a painting of a satyr I did about ten years ago. This guy has become energised (don't ask me how because I really don't know) and quietly patrols the house. Ailz sees him out of the corner of her eyes sometimes.

[treehavn.livejournal.com]

That makes sense, although I can't pretend to understand most of it.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I don't understand it either. But I accept it and it seems to work