I am happy to announce that I have published my first book of fictional ghost stories on Kindle: The Spirit Hour – Volume 1.
Imagine if you could see and hear spirits. What would they say? How would they act? The Spirit Hour is a collection of five stories about the afterlife and how spirits interact with the human characters they meet.
I am also working on a ghost story novel that I am hoping to find an agent for after this draft is complete. Between these writing projects and promoting, I have not had as much time as I would like to devote to The Ghost Post this year. Please be patient. I will resume writing stories for The Ghost Post as soon as I can.
Thank you for your support as I continue to grow and develop as a writer.
Thanks to Toni from Virginia for sharing these stories with me!
Toni has had paranormal experiences her whole life. Both sides of her family have psychic abilities, so she is used to regularly receiving communications from spirits. Her earliest encounter happened when she was four years old. At the time, she lived in a house on Long Island. Built by a sea captain, it was always dark and creepy, no matter the weather. One cloudy day, Toni was going up to the second floor via the staircase that led to the maid’s quarters when she heard a woman’s voice call out to her.
“Toni, Dear. I need to talk to you.”
Toni paused on the stairs, searching for the woman. The voice sounded like it came from close by, but there was no one around. “What do you want to tell me?” Toni asked.
“Come upstairs to the attic,” the woman said.
Toni was not in the mood for this. “Can we do this later? I want to take a nap.”
The spirit of the woman did eventually come back to speak to Toni, but not until she was six years old. Even as a young child, Toni was not afraid of spirits. Her mother taught her to embrace her psychic abilities because it was a gift from God.
After her parents divorced, Toni went to live with her mother, Libby, in Cullowhee, North Carolina. The house that they stayed in was built by Toni’s maternal grandfather, Joe. A large house, it has an attic, four bedrooms, a parlor, dining room, living room, and a kitchen. The house is located on Cherokee land and was constructed using the wood from her grandfather’s various lumber camps. Over the years, many people have lived and died in this house, so it known to be haunted.
Sometimes Grandpa Joe’s spirit would drop by for a visit. One time, Toni and her mother were sitting together in the living room. Toni’s mother had been thinking about Grandpa Joe all day. As she was sitting there, Toni distinctly heard a male voice inside her head say, “Tell Baby that I’m here, that I love her, and not to be worried.”
Toni said that Grandpa Joe had come through to her just then and that he had a message. She then repeated the words back to her mother, who started crying. “Baby” had been Libby’s childhood nickname. Toni had not known that “Baby” was her grandfather’s nickname for her mother when she received the message.
Another day, Toni was sitting on the front steps having coffee when she heard her grandfather’s spirit calling for her mother from inside the house. “Baby? Baby? Where are you?”
Toni answered him. “Grandfather, it’s Toni. Mom is out shopping. She’ll be back later.”
“Okay. Tell her that I was looking for her,” he said. Then she felt his presence leave the house. Toni let her mother know about Grandpa Joe’s visit when she got home. Later that night, he came to visit her mother in a dream.
Toni liked to have sleepovers at her house when she was a teenager. One night around nine o’clock, she and her girlfriends heard footsteps coming down the stairs. No one else was home with them at the time and they didn’t see anyone standing there. From the bottom of the steps they heard a female voice call out, “Toni, Dear. It’s time to go to bed now.” The spirit had a beautiful voice but did not make a physical manifestation. The girls were so spooked that they were too afraid to stay inside the house. Instead, they all went to sleep outside in their cars for the night.
During another sleepover, Toni and her friends decided to use a Ouija board. Toni’s mother was not pleased with this, but she didn’t stop them from holding the séance. She encouraged them to say prayers for protection though. The spirit came through the board and told one girl that her boyfriend would have a car accident. Later, the board flew off the bed and hit the window, breaking it. Two months later, the girl’s boyfriend got into a terrible car accident just as the spirit had said. Thankfully, he survived it.
Toni wasn’t the only one who had encounters with spirits in that house. One evening, Toni’s mother, Libby, was relaxing in her bedroom. Toni had left for a date and the house was quiet. Libby could see the stairs from her bedroom. She heard a woman in heels walking back up the stairs.
“Toni, is that you?” she called out, thinking her daughter had forgotten something. When Toni didn’t answer, Libby knew that her daughter had left the house. The footsteps continued up the stairs. Even though Libby didn’t see anyone, she could smell lavender perfume in the hallway, which was not the kind of perfume that Toni wore. The room grew cold and the family dog, Pepper, started barking. It would seem that the female spirit walking around Toni’s grandfather’s house prefers to stay invisible. Perhaps she is the one who opens the doors and windows, and messes with the lights, even when the house stands empty and the power has been shut off.
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Thanks to Michelle from Northern Vermont for this story!
Many old houses in New England are home to the dead, as well as the living. In some cases, the ownership can be traced back to one or two families that have lived in the same neighborhood for generations. This leads to the current owners accepting the spirits of the previous residents as being connected to the house.
Michelle’s father-in-law’s home is over one hundred years old. It’s a two-story house with a full attic and basement. The house has furniture, antiques, phonographs, paintings, and firearms from as far back as the mid-1800s. The large home was built by Michelle’s father-in-law’s uncle, Nathan. Uncle Nathan is known for ‘haunting’ the house.
In 1993, Michelle and her husband, Shawn, went to visit his father for Christmas. Michelle’s father-in-law worked as a volunteer firefighter, so there was always the chance that he would be called away in an emergency. In the middle of the night, Michelle awoke to the sound of piano music coming from downstairs. She woke up her husband. Shawn said that he could hear the piano music too. Then the music stopped.
They heard footsteps walking across the floor and the carpet, and over to Shawn’s father’s desk. Shawn sat on the edge of the bed, holding his gun, and wondering if he should go see what was going on. At this point, they were worried that someone had broken into the house. The footsteps continued up the stairs and then halted on the landing next to the grandfather clock. Just as suddenly as it had all begun, the strange noises ceased.
The next morning, Shawn asked his father if he had received a fire call late that night. His father said that he had not. Michelle and Shawn told him everything that had happened. That’s when they found out that there hadn’t been a piano in the house for many years. According to Shawn’s father, Uncle Nathan enjoyed playing the piano when he was alive.
Media Announcement:
I recently did an interview with Tim Weisberg of Spooky Southcoast: Paranormal Radio Podcast. We talked about my interest in hauntings, why I write ghost stories, and discussed theories on the paranormal. Be sure to catch the show on SpookySouthcoast.com: Episode 524 – The Ghost Post – Tara Theresa Hill.
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I hope that this letter finds you well. This will be the last blog post for the year. Thank you for all your support! I’ve got some more great ghost stories and hauntings to share with you in 2018, so stay tuned. Enjoy the holidays, and I hope the new year brings you much love, good health, and blessings!
Happy Holidays and a Blessed New Year from The Ghost Post!
Best,
Tara Theresa Hill
Guardians Beyond the Grave
Maybe it’s just the time of the year, but I always find my ancestral spirits on my mind more during the fall and winter. I believe that our ancestral spirits both from this lifetime and previous ones are always around, watching over us, and offering help and guidance whenever they can. Over the years, I’ve had a few amazing experiences with the spirits of my maternal grandparents, Grandpa Freddie and Grandma Tessie.
Grandpa Freddie used to watch me after school when I was a little girl. I was over his house almost every day. After my homework was done, we used to sit and read or watch TV together. Once a week, we would feed the birds outside of his house. He would sing to me, cook special meals for me, and watch over me while I played. He was the best grandpa that anyone could ask for. I adored him and was heartbroken when he died.
After graduating college, I got a job teaching high school English. Many people have a difficult first year teaching. In addition to juggling lesson plans and managing a classroom, you’re also dealing with parents and school politics. It’s a challenging, and often thankless profession. Couple these obstacles with a failing institution, and you have the perfect combination for burnout. Within a few weeks, I had a sinking feeling that teaching wasn’t for me. I did my best, but by the end of the first semester, I was let go. I refused to give 90s to the students who didn’t want to work, and that apparently with my struggles as a new teacher, was enough to fire me.
Unfortunately, this was just as the economy crashed. Being new to the workforce, I fell into the category of knowledgeable, but inexperienced. Constantly scouring the internet for opportunities that didn’t exist left me feeling useless. I didn’t have any inclination to do the things that brought me joy, like reading and writing. Eventually, I started to spiral into a deep, dark depression.
Then one night, I had a strange dream. I heard my name being called from my living room. I saw the shadow of a male spirit sitting on the couch. As I approached, the figure turned into my Grandpa Freddie. I remember that he was wearing trousers with a dark blue flannel, V-neck shirt. He even had on a fedora. This is the same kind of outfit that he used to wear when he was alive.
“Grandpa?” I asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Tara, you have to stop crying. Everything is going to be okay, but you have to stop crying so much. It’s upsetting all of us.”
His answer implied that my other relatives in the Spirit World were concerned, as well. I was stunned that they knew about it, but I promised that I would do as he asked. That was all I remembered of the dream, but it gave me hope that things would get better. Within a few weeks, I had started writing, and then I found a part-time office job a couple of months later. It is important to note that my grandparents were children during the Great Depression, so they knew what it was to overcome real struggle.
Grandma Tessie died of a rare form of cancer three years before I was born. My grandfather had little, porcelain bird statues set up around his house that had belonged to Grandma. I used to beg Grandpa Freddie for stories about Grandma Tessie. He would tell me that she had been a deeply loving person who enjoyed nature, singing, reading, and helping others. I always wished that I had had the chance to meet her.
My husband and I had just bought our first home and were having issues with some of the appliances. The seller hadn’t told us that the refrigerator was on its last legs. Fortunately, we discovered this before buying groceries. We ordered a refrigerator that day, but the store said it would take another two weeks for delivery. Between the move itself and this mishap, we had been eating takeout and microwave meals for a while.
My husband and I are generally healthy eaters. I tend to be more diet conscious than he is because my body is sensitive to large amounts of salt or preservatives in food. We were still a week away from getting our refrigerator when my legs swelled up from the knee down. I discovered this at work and didn’t have time to see the doctor until the next day.
By the time I got home, I was panicking about whether I was going to be okay. I sat down on the couch, meaning to rest for just a few minutes before ordering dinner. My husband wasn’t home yet, so I was all alone.
I had just started to doze off, when I felt someone come into the room. A sweet female voice said, “Don’t worry, Tara. Everything’s going to be fine.” I made out the figure of a dark-haired woman wearing a bright yellow dress standing by the couch.
As I looked at the woman, I started to sit up. “Grandma Tessie…” I said, but she was already gone. I don’t know if I entered a semi-trance in my sleep somehow or if I was starting to dream, but she came through to let me know that I was going to be okay.
The times that their spirits appeared to me, I was not consciously asking for help or thinking about my grandparents. Also, even though I had never met my grandmother while she was alive, I still recognized her by the sound of her voice. While I had seen pictures of her before, her voice is what caught my attention.
The Spirit World has a marvelous ability to tap into our world at just the right moment. There is always someone out there guiding and watching over us, even if we don’t realize it. No matter how frightened we may be, we are never alone because love transcends death.
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Jessica met her best friend, Barbara, during their freshman year in college. They lived a couple of rooms down from each other. The two young women only had one class together, but they made efforts to meet up for meals and hang out. They hit it off so well that they decided to dorm with one another the following year.
Jessica was going to school out-of-state. The airfare was too expensive for her to fly home to Florida for just a few days, so she planned to stay in the dorm over Thanksgiving break. She’d see her family for Christmas and the long winter break after classes were over. Even though Jessica knew that she wasn’t going to be the only one staying in the dorm over the holiday, she couldn’t help feeling a bit homesick. When Barbara heard about the plan, she invited Jessica to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with her instead.
Barbara came from a large family. Compared to the apartments that Jessica had grown up in, Barbara’s house was like a palace. Jessica had fully expected to stay in Barbara’s room or to bunk down on the couch, but they actually had a guest bedroom ready for her. Barbara’s family was so warm and welcoming that soon Jessica was feeling right at home, despite still missing her parents.
Thanksgiving Day arrived. Everyone was up early, cooking, and getting the house ready. Barbara cheerfully introduced Jessica to all her relatives. Jessica did her best to try to keep all of their names straight.
At some point during the evening, she noticed a woman wearing a lavender-colored dress sitting in the corner of the room. The woman had short, chestnut-brown hair, dark eyes, and round cheeks. She was smiling and laughing at everyone’s stories. Jessica couldn’t remember if she had met her earlier.
Jessica was about to approach the woman, when Barbara grabbed her by the arm. She and her cousins were going to go roast some marshmallows and wanted to know if Jessica wanted to join them. Jessica nodded and went to get her jacket from the coat closet. When she came back through the living room a moment later, the woman in the lavender dress had vanished. She shrugged, figuring the woman had gotten up in the few seconds that she had been out of the room.
The relatives left at 9:00pm. Then Jessica helped Barbara and her family clean up. Barbara and Jessica stayed up late talking and watching movies. Exhausted, Jessica figured that she would fall right to sleep once she got in bed, but she kept tossing and turning. After an hour of this, she decided she might as well try to do some of the homework that she had been putting off.
Putting on her robe, Jessica grabbed her textbook and went downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe some warm milk would help make her sleepy. She microwaved a mug of milk and then sat down at the kitchen table to do some reading. She had only gotten through a paragraph or two, when she heard humming.
Jessica’s back was to the living room entrance. Turning around quietly, she saw a shadowy figure moving around in the room behind her. Jessica carefully got up and crept over to the alcove. The woman in the lavender dress was walking around the living room and humming quietly to herself.
Suddenly, the woman turned around and padded up the stairs. Jessica followed softly behind her. She watched as the woman walked down the hallway, peeking into each room, and smiling. The woman continued to do this until she reached the room where Jessica was staying. Then she opened the door and went inside.
Jessica stood stock still. She didn’t know what to do. Didn’t the woman know that she was sleeping over? Jessica stood there watching the doorway, but the woman never came back out. Finally, she mustered up enough courage to go and look inside.
The room was empty. Jessica searched every corner. She even checked under the bed. She knew that the woman had never come out of the room. There was nowhere for the woman to hide. She had just disappeared.
At this point, Jessica was pretty sure that she had seen a ghost. She couldn’t sleep in that room knowing that the woman might suddenly show up again. Pulling the blanket and a pillow off the bed, Jessica went downstairs and slept on the living room couch with the covers pulled up over her head.
When Barbara and her parents found Jessica asleep on the couch the next morning, they asked if something was wrong. Jessica told them about the woman she had seen at the party and then again at night after everyone else had gone to bed. Barbara looked over at her parents. She went upstairs and came back down with a photo album. She flipped through a few pages, and then passed the album to Jessica.
“That’s her!” Jessica pointed to the picture of the woman that she had seen last night. She was even wearing the same lavender-colored dress. “Who is she?”
Barbara’s mother was crying at this point. “That’s my sister, Joanne. She died from cancer last year. This was our first Thanksgiving without her. It was always her favorite holiday.”
Barbara’s mother was comforted that her sister’s spirit had still been able to join in the family celebration, even if she hadn’t been able to see her. Everyone figured that Joanne had chosen to appear to Jessica. Since Jessica had never met her, she would be able to convince everyone that Joanne had really been there and was still watching over the family.
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From early childhood, I have had dreams about spirits coming to visit me. This dream was different from all the others though because the person is still alive. My grandmother was recently diagnosed with dementia, although it probably was developing for years. The strange dream came a few weeks after she moved into a home for the elderly and disabled.
I received a message that someone was there to talk to me. In the dream, I exited my bedroom to find myself in a long hallway. A blue light coming from one of the rooms indicated the presence of a spirit. As I entered what appeared to be a large, old-fashioned nursery, the ghostly image of an elderly woman began to take shape at a table in the center of the room. Thinking she looked familiar, I walked up to her to get a better look.
“Grandma?” I asked.
She smiled at me and nodded. This was my grandma who loved cooking, reading stories to children, and taking care of all the kids in our family and around her neighborhood. When she talked, she looked and sounded just like I remember her. I asked her if she was okay and she said, “Yes.” She wanted to know what was going on in my life, so I told her.
Grandma knew that I always wanted to be a writer. By the time I got into my writing career, carrying on conversations with her had become difficult. So, I always told her that I was writing, but not about my interests in or having encounters with spirits. It was just something I didn’t discuss with her. Toward the end of the dream, I asked her, “Grandma, do you know what I do?”
She smiled at me. “Why do you think I’m here?” Then she hugged me again. At that moment, I felt such a deep love radiating from her and I knew that she loves me just as I am.
I believe in something called the “Soul Memory.” While it includes the memories that we make in life, our “Soul Memory” is the sum of all the memories that we choose to carry on with us from all our incarnations. During life, most people only have access to the current lifetime’s memories and the others are kept hidden. These become accessible once more after they have crossed over into the afterlife.
I believe that the “Soul Memory” stays intact no matter what happens to the body. The brain is like a computer that processes our experiences and turns the important parts into memories based on the emotions that we attach to these events. With the “Soul Memory,” even if the brain is unable to function properly due to disease, age, or some other condition, the memories are still preserved.
This spirit visitation helped me start to come to peace about what is happening to my grandma. Yes, I am still sad, but I know that she is cared for and loved. I go and see her regularly, even though she doesn’t remember me in the same way anymore. When I tell her that I am her granddaughter and that I love her, I know that a deeper part of her understands. The person that we love is never really gone because the soul is eternal and love transcends all boundaries.
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It’s not easy to interpret one’s dreams. Symbols and messages that make sense while asleep often lose their logic after we wake. Some people don’t even remember most of their dreams. Others, keep a dream journal to record what they can recall before it grows hazy and is forgotten. Many cultures believe in Dreamers, a type of Medium who does psychic and spiritual work while they are dreaming. These stories might make you question the line between dreaming and reality.
When her son and daughter were young, Linda used to participate in a carpool. When it was Linda’s turn, it meant taking her friend’s three kids along with her own children. It was about a twenty-minute ride to the school. One night, Linda had a dream that she hit a deer while she was driving. In the dream, the animal’s back leg kicked her in the head as it crashed through the windshield. Thankfully, the kids were not present in this dream. Deeply disturbed by this nightmare and knowing that she sometimes had prophetic dreams, Linda vowed to be extra careful on the road. When nothing happened, she chalked it up to nervousness about the commute.
Many years later, the dream suddenly came back. Linda’s children were now all grown up. She called and asked them to please be careful while driving. Accustomed to their mother’s strange dreams, they promised to use caution. The daughter phoned a little while later, saying that she had arrived at her destination safely. Linda could sense that something was wrong when her son didn’t call.
When she did eventually hear from her son, he was reluctant to tell her that he had had an accident. The guy in front of him had hit a deer. Somehow during the collision, the deer’s body had flown over the other person’s car and through her son’s windshield. The creature landed in the passenger seat next to her son, who was miraculously unharmed.
Another dream that Linda had helped save her life. Her father died at sixty-eight from stomach cancer. One night, she dreamt that her father’s spirit came to visit her. He told her that he knew that her stomach had been hurting her for quite some time and he urged her to go see the doctor as soon as possible. Given what had happened to him, Linda decided to take his advice. The gastroenterologist examined her and sent her for an endoscopy. The test results revealed a large tumor in her stomach. Fortunately, they had caught the problem in time and Linda was able to recover with treatment.
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It was a hot, summer day. Matthew worked in construction and had been at it since early that morning. The apartment was quiet. His mother was out shopping and visiting her friends. She wouldn’t be home for another few hours. After a long shower, Matthew went into his bedroom and pulled down the shades to block out the late afternoon sun. He set up a fan by his bed to help keep him cool. Before getting into bed, he lit a Saint Theresa candle and placed it on top of his dresser. Matthew often lit candles and said prayers for his grandmother, Tessie. She had died the year before after a hard battle with cancer.
Exhausted, Matthew flopped into bed and was soon in a deep sleep. He began to dream that he was at a carnival with his girlfriend. For some reason, they were playing a game of hide and seek in the dream. He said that he chased her from ride to ride, always to lose sight of her the second that he was about to catch her. At one point in the dream, he saw her disappear into a fun house, so he followed her in. He started running down a hallway lined with mirrors when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.
“Matthew!”
He turned around to see Grandma Tessie standing in one of the mirrors. She called out to him again. As he walked toward her, he found himself back in his room. Only he wasn’t awake because he could see himself lying fast asleep in his bed. Confused, he was wondering what was happening, when his grandmother appeared once again. This time she materialized next to him in the bedroom.
“Matthew, you’re sleeping. Wake up! The candle is about to burst into flames.”
This took him completely out of the dream. He felt his body hit the bed. Matthew sat up just in time to watch the candle’s glass break. The candle fell over and rolled on the dresser. In a flash, Matthew jumped out of bed and was able to snuff out the flame. Had he not been awake at that moment, the candle would have set the dresser on fire.
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When I was a little girl, Grandpa Freddie lived in the basement apartment of my Aunt Marianne’s house. I knew that Grandpa’s wife, Tessie, had passed away three years before I was born. Grandpa Freddie wasn’t happy talking about Grandma Tessie, so I would pester my mother for stories about her. Mom told me that Grandma Tessie loved reading, bird-watching, singing, and helping people. Tessie was a family nickname for Theresa. Mom said it was too painful to name me after her mother, so she gave me “Theresa” as a middle name instead.
Grandpa Freddie watched me after school and on weekdays during summer vacation. For some reason, I was always scared of the back room by the kitchen. The bathroom was located at the end of the small room where they kept the washer and dryer. It was almost always dark in the back room and I was convinced that something was waiting to grab me. I would come out of the bathroom and rush through the archway to get back to Grandpa’s kitchen.
At some point, I concluded that if there was a ghost there, it was probably Grandma Tessie. If that was true, then I shouldn’t be afraid of her. She was an ancestral spirit and if anything, she would be protective of me. I stopped running out of the bathroom area, but there was still a sad atmosphere about the place. Sometimes I would even get the sensation of being watched.
I later learned that the watched feeling might have been an electromagnetic field caused by the washer and dryer, but somehow, I was not convinced. Years after Grandpa Freddie died, I told my mother about the strange vibes that I would get in the back room. Then Mom told me this story.
One day, when she was already sick with cancer, Grandpa found Grandma Tessie passed out in the bathroom. When he tried to pick her up, he saw that she was dead and in his fright, he started shaking her and calling her name. Miraculously, she came out of it and he took her to the hospital. She eventually passed away some months later.
Residual hauntings occur when there is no consciousness behind the paranormal activity. It is the remaining energy imprint from either a repetitive event or a tragedy that took place, not an individual soul that can interact with people. I did not know that my grandmother had almost died in the bathroom by the back room and yet, I always felt odd in that area. I think that I picked up on the intense energy that my grandfather must have left behind in that room when he found his wife dying.
What do you think? Could this be a type of residual haunting? Have you or someone you know ever experienced a residual haunting before? Let me know in the comments.
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Something like this happened to me once, so I decided to write a story about it. Hope you enjoy!
Sarah was an imaginative child. One of her favorite games was dress up. She loved to put on her mother’s clothes and jewelry and pretend that she had been magically transported back to a different time period. The only piece of jewelry that Sarah wasn’t allowed to play with was her mother’s silver locket. The locket was oval-shaped with a floral leaf pattern. Her mother rarely wore it anywhere, so Sarah didn’t understand why she couldn’t wear it instead. One day she asked her mother, “Why can’t I wear your silver locket?”
Her mother put down the book that she was reading and gestured for Sarah to join her on the couch. “That locket belonged to Grandma Rose. It is one of the few things she owned that I still have left.”
“But I’ll be careful. Don’t you trust me with it?” whined Sarah.
Sarah’s mother sighed. “It’s not that I don’t trust you with it. It’s just that it is too precious. This isn’t a piece of costume jewelry, Sarah. I would be devastated if something happened to it.” Seeing Sarah’s disappointed face, she said, “It was my mother’s favorite necklace. If it gets damaged or lost, it can’t be replaced.” She put an arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “Do you understand?” Sarah nodded, but she didn’t really get it.
A few weeks later, her mother was away at a conference. While her father was busy working on a project in the garage, Sarah crept up to the door of her parents’ bedroom. She tiptoed up to her mother’s large, ebony-colored jewelry box and lifted the lid. A shiver passed over her shoulders. Sarah knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. The pretty, silver locket felt cold in her fingers. Fumbling with the chain, Sarah put on the necklace, closed the jewelry box, then snuck out of her parents’ bedroom before anyone could notice what she had done.
Sarah went down the block to visit her friend, Katie. When she got there, Katie smiled, “Hey! Want to see my new dollhouse?” Sarah rolled her eyes. Katie was always showing off some new toy. “That’s kid stuff. I have something way cooler than that.”
“Oh, yeah? What is it?” asked Katie.
Sarah reached under her shirt to pull out the silver locket to show Katie, but it wasn’t there. “Oh, no,” moaned Sarah. “What’s wrong?” asked Katie. Sarah unclipped the chain from around her neck and examined it. It was bare. “My mother’s locket! It’s gone!” wailed Sarah.
“Where did you last see it?” asked Katie.
Sarah put the chain back on. “I came here right after I took it out of her jewelry box.”
“You mean you stole it?”
“No! I just borrowed it.”
“Did you have permission?” asked Katie.
“Not really…” mumbled Sarah. “But that doesn’t matter now! I have to get it back before Mom gets home.”
“Then we’ll have to retrace your footsteps. It must be somewhere between here and your house. Come on! I’ll help you search for it.”
The two girls spent over an hour looking all over the block. They even checked inside Sarah’s house. The locket was nowhere to be seen. The girls went down to the front porch. It was starting to get dark out. “I’d better head home,” said Katie. “It’s almost dinner time.”
“Okay. Thanks for your help,” said Sarah. “I’m going to keep looking.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you find it soon,” said Katie.
“Me too. Mom’s coming home tomorrow.”
Sarah went back into the house. After dinner, she went into the living room and grabbed the old family photo album. Sitting on the couch, she flipped through the pages. Baby pictures, birthday parties, Christmases, and graduations flashed by along with candid photos. She stopped at a picture of a greying woman sitting in an armchair reading a book. She was wearing the silver locket. Grandma Rose looked back at Sarah over the top of her book. Sarah had never met her maternal grandmother. Grandma Rose had passed away three years before Sarah was born. Sarah knew her mother had been too brokenhearted to name her after grandma, so she had given her “Rose” as a middle name. “Sarah Rose…” she murmured her own name. Then she had an idea.
Going into the storage closet, she pulled out three small candles. She found a lighter and a small ceramic plate in the kitchen. She filled a glass of water and placed that on her dresser along with the plate and the candles. Then she took Grandma Rose’s picture out of the photo album, brought it into her bedroom, and shut the door. Making sure it was a safe distance away, she placed the photo by the candle. Her mother had taught her about praying to her ancestors and now seemed like as good a time as any.
Kneeling in front of her dresser, she started talking to Grandma Rose. She told her all about the events leading up to the loss of the locket. When she was finished, she said, “No matter what happens, I promise to tell Mom and Dad what I did. I know it was wrong. I just really wish that I could find the locket so that Mom wouldn’t be sad. She loves you, Grandma Rose. If you can hear me and there is anything that you can do, please help me find it.”
As she stood up, Sarah heard a soft, metallic swishing sound and felt something settle on her neck. She looked down. The locket had reappeared on the chain.
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