Repercussions
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make sure I took every precaution to prevent a resurgence of poltergeist activity. The five-year disturbance I had endured in my teens had been more than enough. As I write this, I can’t categorically state that I’m convinced that Ted has moved on. It’s been just over a week since I saw Dot, and there have still been signs that he may still be around. Whilst the heaviness has certainly lifted, I still catch glimpses of a figure darting around our house. Three nights ago, whilst Stu was on nightshift, I went to bed at 9:30, drained and in need of an early night. No sooner had I settled myself under the covers than I heard a male voice whisper loudly from across the room. “Get up!” it said. “Get out!” I replied. Knowing that poltergeists thrive on fear, I refuse to allow myself to succumb to feeling scared. If I start to falter, I have a technique that unfailingly calms me. Instead of thinking of Ted as some kind of malevolent entity, I have been thinking of him as the little newborn he once was. It really fills my heart with compassion to think that an innocent little baby can somehow end up being a poltergeist … how on earth did it come to this? I would love to help Ted go to the light, and have been praying for him to do so. I say my prayers out loud so he can hear them, and remind him that peace and love await him, rather than the judgment he so fears. Surely he has been lonely and in limbo for long enough. Two nights ago I had another visit, and again it wasn’t as threatening as it might have been had I allowed fear to take hold. I was woken by someone breathing gently in my face, the breath warm and redolent with the smell of red wine! “Ted,” I whispered, “you need to go!”