ed into our driveway. He stepped out, a tall man in a cheap suit, carrying a wor
e stood on the porch, closed his eyes
d, his voice booming. "A spirit is unquie
y. "My husband' s mothe
ok right through the walls of the house. "And her
xchanged a n
are of it," my f
ands in the air and muttering to himself. Then, his arm shot
ground. An improper burial has taken place in the old church
. My blood turne
he hill and landed directly on me. I was stand
spiratorial whisper. "The girl. She is the vessel
ft my lungs. I
of pure fury. "You!" she screamed, lung
and pinned them behind my back. He was surpris
t!" my mother shrieked, her eyes w
ng on the heavy cast-iron pan she had threatened
out of you," she snarled, raisi
for the blow. This was it.
AC
d through the house. But it wa
s of glass flying across the floor. A violent, unnatural gust of wind ripped through the h
e, and then died, plunging us i
sure completely gone. He was genuinely terrified.
ck, tripping ov
rents, his voice cracking with panic. "Dig her
. The three of them stood frozen, staring i
asn't just wind. It fe
t part of my soul
Grandma
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