Whispers In The Dark

The Medium Aunt

“Now, you can talk to me about that important thing you wanted to tell me,” said her aunt.

Before he wanted to speak, Sam thought it was best to take a sip of her hot chocolate to relax the tension his body was feeling at that moment.

“Auntie, it's just... well, you know that I work in a cemetery, I work at night, and since I've worked there, very strange things have happened to me, and at the same time, terrifying” Sam began to tell.

“Yes son, I know, I can perceive it, your aura, which was very calm before, is no longer like that, your body is tense, your energy is running out, all of this is because she has attached herself to you, little by little, seeking to use you as if you were his link between this life and the next,” said his aunt.

Sam listened to his aunt, and he knew what she was telling him at that moment, because throughout his life, Sam witnessed how his aunt, being a medium, was not only able to connect the real world with the beyond, but in addition to that, she could also perceive what a person felt when they were next to her, and not only next to her, but also when that person is close to her, wherever he or she is, she perceives their feelings, their energy, and their aura.

“Yes, that's how I feel, aunt, my energy begins to weaken, my body too, since that encounter I had with that... I have started to have nightmares while I sleep, it seems that there is something next to me that does not want to let me continue with my life calmly” Sam confessed to his aunt.

Sam's aunt listened to him very attentively, while from time to time, she took a sip or two of her hot chocolate, which was no longer as hot for her compared to when he had served it.

“Yes, I know son, this energy has attached itself so much to you that it will not be easy to compete against it to expel it from your life, we will have to do something as soon as possible, or it will take over your soul forever.” her aunt said, beginning to speak with concern.

Sam was nervous, he couldn't quite understand what his aunt was referring to.

"As? "Aunt, I don't understand what you're talking about, get straight to the point, please," said Sam, playing with the sandwich that was served on his plate. At that moment, he hadn't even cared about wanting to try a bite of his food because it was more worried about other things than about it.

“Honey, eat first, we will need a lot of time to talk about this before you have to leave for work tomorrow, and we can't continue talking, please, eat your sandwich, it is prepared the way you like it” his aunt insisted.

“Auntie, I don't care about my job anymore, in fact, I'm thinking about quitting, you know that I have never been a nervous man, much less a sacred man, but the truth is that my job of being a cemetery watchman working the night shift "It's not being pleasant anymore, so I'm going to talk to my supervisor so he can allow me to change shifts for the day shift, so I don't have to quit," Sam said determinedly.

Her aunt nodded her head, without saying anything, without opposing her decision, because she knew that whatever Sam decided for her life was fine, it was what he wanted to do and nothing else about that mattered.

“Very well, that being the case, eat first, so you can talk to your supervisor, and then, we will dedicate ourselves to our biggest problem,” his aunt responded.

Sam nodded his head, and without further ado, he listened to his aunt, finally grabbed his sandwich, and dedicated himself to eating properly, leaving aside his discouragement in wanting to do things because of everything that was happening to him.

Dinner time ended, Sam and his aunt left the dining room until the two of them set about organizing the kitchen and leaving it clean.

Her aunt's house was large, it was almost similar to what could be called a farm, it was a single story, but it was very pretty, it was cozy, it was surrounded by plants and flowers, as well as a huge garden in the back with an incredible pool that Sam had always loved to get into when he visited and there were days when the heat was unbearable.

Sam and his aunt went towards that patio, because in addition to having the pool, there was a small kiosk where his aunt and his mother, whenever the three of them met, prepared all kinds of meals there while Sam enjoyed the pool; Right there, there was a small bench made of fine wood, and Sam and his aunt did not hesitate in wanting to go to it to have a more calming space where they could talk.

“Okay, auntie, now, I need you to tell me everything you have to tell me, and we need to come to an agreement on how you can help me stop this thing that is happening to me right now,” Sam said, at the same time he approached the table, and He sat on one of his benches.

His aunt remained standing, and she approached the bar that she had set up, right next to it, where she had her barbecue kept.

“First, let me pour you a glass of whiskey, you're going to need it if you want to concentrate very well on everything I have to tell you,” said her aunt, while she grabbed with her hand one of the new bottles of whiskey that she had stored there on the bar along with the other bottles of both whiskey and wine.

“Aunt, I don't think it's necessary, I need to be sober for this,” Sam said, opposing the idea of ​​having a glass of the whiskey he liked so much because his aunt offered it to him, and he knew how things were going to end. ; in party.