Whispers In The Dark

Look For a Solution

His aunt sighs and smiles, firmly understanding Sam's position on her proposal, and instead of continuing to insist, she poured the whiskey from one of the glasses back into the bottle she had in her hand, and with the other she held. It was good for her, she took a long sip and then went to find her place and sit in front of Sam.

“Okay, we'll talk without whiskey then,” she accepted with a serene smile, Sam felt the smell of the liquor coming from her mouth. “So, Sam, you have to know one thing, what happened to you in the cemetery is much deeper than you can ever imagine it would be. “It is not just a chance encounter with a disturbing presence that is out of reality.”

Sam frowned, feeling more disturbed by the words his aunt said to him, which instead of wanting to help him, made him much more nervous than he already was.

"That? What do you mean by that? There is more?" Sam asked.

His aunt nodded her head.

“Yes, there is more, the energy you feel does not come from a common wandering spirit that just by visiting a church and asking the father to help you, will leave your life forever. This is much stronger, darker. It is a presence that, in truth, should not be wandering through this plane of life now. This presence has found in you, it is something that we mediums known as a receptacle, in short, it is a bond that that presence has created with you and with this world” confirmed his aunt, remaining completely calm while she spoke.

Sam swallowed hard, thinking for a moment, he was going to choke on her.

"That? What the hell does that mean, auntie? Now, what should I do?”

The aunt sighed, trying to look at him with compassion.

“Sam, this is a delicate matter. It's not just about changing your work shift, or finding solutions that aren't going to help us much. This entity is very powerful, it has linked itself to you, and unlinking you will not be an easy task to do.

Sam was overwhelmed, now he would really like to drink from that glass of whiskey that his aunt offered him earlier.

“Is there any way we can stop this, auntie?” Sam asked in bewilderment.

His aunt nods.

“Yes, there is a way to remedy all this, we have to resort to methods that go beyond the conventional, you know, rituals, protections, and above all, find what the source of this bond has been, and find out the history of the because this entity has wanted to cling to you in this way, it will not be easy to do it, it will take time, but we have to do it before it is too late” her aunt responded confidently.

The young man nodded, willing to do whatever was necessary to make his life normal again, to be what it was before.

“Yes aunt, please help me with everything you can, I alone don't know how I will deal with all this, only you are the only one who can help me” Sam said to his aunt, about to get on his knees out of desperation of the moment.

 “Don't worry, son, I will do it, I will help you. But first, I need you to be brave, to be committed to wanting to get out of this and having to face the unknown” his aunt promised with a determined expression in her eyes.

 Sam nodded his head, and the matter was not discussed further for the moment. Now, Sam has suggested to his aunt that she serve him a glass of whiskey, since now, his body was needing one, Sam didn't really know if he was going to be able to sleep peacefully that night, because the night before, It has been the worst of his nights after the cemetery thing had happened.

Without further ado, the party began for Sam and his aunt, they ended up finishing an entire bottle of whiskey between the two of them.

Night fell on the garden of his aunt's house, the air was cold, and the stars were shining in the sky, however, the night for him and his aunt was being fun, and it was not yet time to go to bed.

Laughter echoed in the garden, because as usual, Sam and his aunt shared new stories about what had happened to them that week.

So, as the night progressed, and the conversation went a long way with a couple of stories told by both Sam and his aunt, the aroma of whiskey surrounded them, making the atmosphere between them a little more fun.

The night was cold, and the wind, every time the minutes and hours passed, took on a cooler rather than hot tone. The leaves of the trees rustled softly as if they were trying to tell secrets in silence because they could not speak to say everything they had to say.

As time passed, the cold of the night intensified, silence embraced each of the spaces in the garden.

The bottle of whiskey had completely finished, Sam and his aunt exchanged knowing glances, understanding between them that it was time to end their party to go to sleep, because in reality, Sam had not had much time to sleep as he expected he had to do, and he had not been able to do it either due to the horrible nightmares he began to experience after his experience in the cemetery.

“It's time to go rest, don't you think?” Sam's aunt suggested, standing up and helping him stand up, because from one moment to the next, she saw that Sam was having a hard time standing up on her own.

He nodded because he knew his body was too tired to want to stay awake any longer.