The Scryer ✔️

~The Gig~

Fortunately, our client was more than understanding with respect of my grief with having lost my father and agreed to wait until the next weekend for our final investigation and subsequent removal of the particularly nasty entity that had taken up residence in their home.

I entered their home with John by my side, as was our custom. The rest of our crew had already arrived and were busy setting up. I felt the hair raise all over my body as I moved through the living room to the dining room, which the crew decided was to be base camp, as they called it.

"What are you feeling, Gabby," Marc asked.

"The creeps," I told him as I looked around. "Apparently you got it's attention. It's not very happy right now."

"We know something's here, but it has yet to really manifest. And Gabby, it sounds like there is more than one up there. So please, be extra careful."

I nodded as I looked upstairs, knowing that was where the beastie, as in singular and for a lack of a better word, hung out...in the single mother's bedroom, it had even threw open a few drawers and banged the door open and closed to let me know that it was aware of my presence...I raised my brow and sighed. "Typical."

Our other empathic-psychic looked to me, nervously and I nodded in her direction. Even though she'd been with the team longer than me, this was going to be my gig, the damned thing had broke her arm and she wanted nothing more to do with it as a first contact...It was my task to get rid of the entity for this poor woman and her family. "You got this," she asked, obviously afraid. I nodded.

I glanced over toward the guys and they nodded their go ahead...I was on.

"Good luck," she said to me. "And God be with you."

"God's always with me," I whispered.

I walked up the narrow staircase reciting the Lord's Prayer aloud as each step I heard the moaning and clattering of the entity. I stopped at the landing and sighed...it was putting on a very big show for me. I reached for the doorknob to open the door and the metal burned the skin on the palm of my hand. I cried out, cradling it immediately to my breast and gasped, trying like hell (pardon the pun) not to cry out for assistance knowing full well that the guys were behind me at the bottom of the stairs.

The door opened painfully slow on its own and I looked inside the room to find ectoplasm all over the walls, oozing into puddles on the floor. Gabrielle, it whispered; the sound of it was intimate, yet it filled the room. Once again, I saw my breath...the room was icy-cold...I remembered my Papa's words that if I were ever faced with that, to get out immediately and take as many as I could with me...But this was my job, as unpleasant as it was...I had to venture into the room.

"Papa, I need your strength," I whispered.

Then, it occurred to me to try a different approach...Instead of making demands, I would attempt to conciliate the entity by satisfying it's vanity, if it possessed anything such as that...it certainly seemed like it did...

"Impressive," I murmured through my pain as I walked into the room. I heard the locking mechanism click behind me...it had shut me inside the room with it...I was alone.

Ahhh...You like that? I can do better for you if you want.

"Oh?"

Yes...let me help you, Gabrielle...all you have to do is but to ask...

I sighed. "Right now, I wish to know why you remain here in this place?"

It replied with it's silence at first, then it spoke again. I've nowhere good to go.