blog 39 Rosemarie

Everyone was surprised. “Stop messing about!” Mary hissed. Everyone sputtered they were not moving the glass. Then I asked “Who are you?” The glass lunged from letter to letter spelling out the name as Mary wrote furiously. “Rosemarie” Mary read out loud.

“Are you the first wife of Mr Acheronian?” I asked. The glass lunged furiously to the word ‘Yes’. In the mirror I could just see her fluttering just along the edge of the mirror, mostly out of view, the mirror just hinting of the presence of a woman. She felt shy to me. Very shy. Timid. Timorous. Mr Acheronian smirked in the mirror as he smoked his cigar.

“Did you husband Mr Acheronian marry you for your money?” The glass vibrated on the word ‘Yes’. “Were you young and innocent and did you first think he loved you?” The glass vibrated on the word yes’. Did your father approve?” The glass lunged to the word ‘No’ and vibrated. “Did your father ever forgive you for marrying Mr Acheronian?” The glass vibrated on the word ‘No’. “Did it break your heart when you realized you lost the love of your father for a man who did not love you?” The glass lunged to the word ‘Yes’ and vibrated.

“Did your husband kill you and bury you in the yard?” The glass stayed on the word ‘Yes’ but vibrated. “Did you die in this room while your child played with her dollie?” The glass stayed on the word ‘Yes’ but vibrated.

“Did you know your husband was having an affair with the woman who became his second wife?” The glass meandered around the board oddly as if she could not say yay or nay. “Suspected?” I asked. Then the glass lunged to the word ‘Yes’ and vibrated.

“Why is your spirit still haunting this place?” I asked. The glass meandered along the board as if she did not know. “Are you worried about your little girl?” I asked. Then the glass lunged to the word ‘Yes’ and vibrated. “Your child is safe and she does not remember anything that happened to her. Rest Rosemarie! Rest in peace! Your child is alive and safe and when she does pass on she will join you in heaven and you will be together again and safe.” The glass meandered around the board aimlessly.

“Are you lost Rosemarie? Your body has been found and has been given a Christian burial. The Policeman who first investigated your vanishing attended. He paid for your Christian burial. He did everything he could! He visits your daughter in her —- safe place — once a month to this day. I have talked to him! I have been told this and this is true Rosemarie. When your daughter goes to heaven she will expect to see you there waiting to embrace her! You don’t have to wander lost in the darkness any more Rosemarie! See the light. Go to the light. Stay in the light. And when your daughter’s time comes then you can travel through the light to come and fetch her and help lead her into the light to Heaven. Be free Rosemarie. Be free.” The glass meandered aimlessly across the board as if still lost. Why?

“I think your father is in heaven and he wants to embrace you Rosemarie like a daughter who has been lost but is now come home again! He is waiting to embrace you! A father never ever really stops loving his daughter! Go to the light!”

The glass meandered but then lunged to the word ‘Goodbye’ and it vibrated for a few moments. Then it was still.

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