I felt her presence as I slowly ascended the stairs. I knew it was a woman, perhaps a young woman. It wasnít quite a threatening presence, but clearly disturbing. Her spirit was never discernable in the down stairs rooms, only at the top landing. It was getting more difficult to get past it every trip I had to make.
You must login to vote
I was so involved in getting my possessions moved in that I didnít notice the icy, thick barrier while carrying boxes and lugging furniture to the two upstairs bedrooms and bath. Maybe it was because the first two days of moving were in daylight hours. Maybe it was the excitement of a new start in a new town. Maybe it was the exhaustion of trying to get moved in after working all day at my job. Or, maybe, just maybe she was waiting for me to get settled in and spend my first night in the room at the top of the stairs.
The shower was wonderful and I felt warm and relaxed. My trusty companion was stretched out on the fluffy rug by the bathroom door, purring. I wrapped my fleece robe tight and started to step over the cat when he suddenly sprung to his feet with back arched, hissing and growling. I felt a chill start at the back of my neck and surge down my spine and arms. The cat flew into the bedroom and under the bed. I bolted down the short hallway and pushed the door shut behind me. What have I gotten myself into now, I asked myself. I didnít open the door until well after daylight.
The manifestation, which after a few days, I had decided was female, was ever present at the top of the stairs. The cat would not linger in the hallway and was always tense when in that part of the house. I was in a hurry to get upstairs to change after work. I bounced up the first flight, turned on the landing and started up the next ten steps. I was three steps from the top when I felt a barrier so intense that it literally stopped me in mid-step. I felt as if I was being pushed back down the stairs. I stumbled and grabbed the rail to keep from tumbling backward. It was icy cold. The air was thick. What is going on, I thought? I stood still for a few seconds and it seemed to recede.
This went on day after day, night after night until finally I had had enough. I stood in my bedroom door and sensed her again in the hallway, not as formidable as previously, but she was present. I asked her why was she here? What did she want? What could I do to ease her pain? Pain was what I felt from her spirit, sadness and pain. She had been hurt terribly, fatally. I could see her in my mind. I saw her coming out of the bathroom. She was smiling, preparing to go out. A large man came from the second bedroom. He was angry, yelling and waving his arms at her. She stopped smiling. She raised her arms in defense. He pushed her against the wall. He slapped her and her head jerked to the side. She tried to duck under his large arms and dart down the stairs. He grabbed her sleeve to prevent her escape from his rage. She lost her balance and fell. She screamed one piercing scream as her head hit the third step and her limp body tumbled, tumbled down the stairs.
I felt exhausted as I sat down on my bed. My cheeks were wet from tears. I told her I understood. I told her she was safe now; that she could go on. Someone knows what really happened and it will be all right. I felt that it was all she wanted. She wanted someone to know it was no accident, her death. I know and now so do you.