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She is paranoid. Every evening during dinner, she asks her husband, “Is someone coming to get me?" Consoling her, “Of course not dear, you ask me this every night. And, no one has come, have they?" Still not easing the pain, she asks her husband “Is someone on their way?” He is beginning to get annoyed, "No, has not happened yet." He replies.

During the day while her husband is at work, she sits by the kitchen window – scanning the back deck and the front door. She knows they are coming for her. It makes her skin crawl just to ponder. However, she knows something he does not. It is not a human she is worried about, it is her vivid dreams of the spirits she fears. She dreams about them at night and senses them during the day. Surrounding every move she makes – she feels them to the core. Deciding to confront her husband, she explains of her fears. Please listen, "I have dreams of evil spirits. That is what I am afraid of."  Irritated, he tells her, "That is ridiculous. You just have too much time to spare." 

The next day she goes to the Golden Eye to buy some security. She tells the owner of her dilemma and that her husband does not believe. "Bay leaves," he tells her to buy. "It wards off evil spirits." He tells her to lay them under their mattress and that will take care of her fright. When she arrives home, she quickly opens the bottle. The smell is pungent in the air. She tugs at the mattress and spreads the green, thick, leaves about. Her husband comes home and asks, “What did you do today?”  Reluctantly, she had nothing to say. 

It was time for bed, relieved she thought she had found the resolution. She has sweet dreams and sleeps fairly well. However, when she awakens, she turns to her husband who is not there - only his clothes remain. She searches the house; he cannot be found and his car is still parked in the garage. “Oh no!” She screams as she returns to their room and lifts his part of the bed. Sobbing, she forgot to lay the bay leaves under his side of the mattress! He should have listened to her the first time; it was not all in her mind. This time they stole HIS soul. Are they coming back for hers?

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012
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