Lucy in the Afterlife: Not My Son (Part 2)

By Paula Bianchi –

Lucy watched the biggest, brightest, white orb, she’d ever seen, as it came floating down from the ceiling, then, Remy materialized right before her. A wave of relief washed over her as she reached out and took him by the hand.

“I don’t know what to do!” Lucy exclaimed. “Please! Tell me how to get her out. Keith took me on a tour…”

“No need to explain.” Remy interrupted her as he put his arm around her shoulder, in a comforting embrace, to help calm her down. “I see and know everything that you are experiencing.”

“Then, what took you so long to get here?” Lucy pulled away from him. “You could’ve stopped her.”

“There was nothing you nor I could do. This happened because of your son. His actions have allowed this spirit to attach to him, and she’ll remain there, until, he stops the behavior that lowered his energy, leaving his aura full of holes.” Remy shared with her.

“But there has to be a way.” Lucy sounded defeated. Looking over at Justin, sound asleep in his bed, Lucy’s mind was full of flashbacks of him growing up, which left her wondering why he would choose to do drugs.

For some reason, Remy fell silent. Lucy searched his eyes, for a moment or two, waiting for a response.

“So, there’s a way, but you can’t tell me.” Lucy asked, but Remy just smiled at her.

“Please!” Lucy pleaded, as she grabbed him by his glowing, white robe. “If you know how I can help him, you have to tell me.”

“I can only tell you one thing.” Remy looked her square in the eye. “Everything here, is a lesson; for the living and the dead.” With that being said, he slowly faded into a wispy, white mist, as he floated up and out through the ceiling.

“Wait!” Lucy called out, but it was too late. Remy was gone. What was she going to do now?

Standing by Justin’s bed, Lucy leaned over and kissed his forehead. He smiled just like Michael did. It had to mean something. Her first thought was, they can still ‘feel’ her presence. This left her feeling even more determined to figure it all out.

After sitting with her son for a while, Lucy decided the best place to start gathering some information about Justin was from Ava, Ben, and Dobson. Without giving it any thought now, Lucy walked right through the door, but she had to quickly jump back, out of the way, to avoid a young woman with bloody hands, dressed in a white, blood stained, blouse and a blue, knee length skirt, from running right through her, as the spirit sprinted her way down the walkway and into the guest room, ending with the sound of glass shattering.

When Lucy looked down, she could see the trail of blood this spirit left behind, and it started from the bathroom. She rushed into the guest room to see what this specter had done.

To Lucy’s horror, the woman had launched herself through the closed window, like a cannon ball, shattering the glass. As she looked down into the backyard, Lucy could see this woman lying in a bloody heap on the concrete below.

Lucy slowly backed away from the window to avoid seeing the gruesome scene, only to be startled again by the presence of Ava, Ben, and Dobson, standing right behind her.

“Oh. You scared me to death.” Lucy chuckled to herself after hearing what she had said out loud.

“You finally saw Elizabeth or Beth, Dobson’s Aunt. She’s stuck in a loop. The living calls it a residual haunting.” Ava explained. “Her moment of death was so traumatic; she keeps reliving it. She can’t accept her death or what happened to make her take her own life.”

“That’s terrible. Is there anything we can do for her?” Lucy asked. She felt deep empathy and compassion for Beth, and the living hell that she was stuck in.

“We have tried and tried, but she can’t see us. I’m afraid she’s stuck until she decides enough is enough.” Ava answered, as Ben and Dobson nodded their agreement.

“What happened to your Aunt, Dobson, to make her want to kill herself?”

“I overheard my mom talking to her friend about what happened to her younger sister, my Aunt, after I died.” Dobson began his story, “Beth was in love with the popular boy in high school, but he never paid much attention to her, until, she got her womanly figure.” He flashed a knowing grin, but then it faded as he continued.

“One day, he asked her out, and when they were alone, he raped her. He told her she couldn’t tell anyone because they wouldn’t believe her if she did, so she said nothing about what happened to her except for one person; my mom.

“A few weeks later, Beth discovered she was pregnant. She told my mom she had decided to confront him about what happened and make him take responsibility for their baby, but he denied the baby was his saying he would never touch a whore, and he said it loud enough for everyone to hear. She felt so humiliated.

“Beth ran out of school, and all the way home. When she got there, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and ran upstairs to the bathroom, where she climbed into the tub. She hated that boy and what he did to her. The embarrassment she felt for letting this happen to her was overwhelming. She was so afraid of what was going to happen to her if her parents, or anyone else, found out about the baby, so she began to plunge the knife deeply into her belly over and over again.” Dobson’s voice cracked when he came to this part of his story.

Lucy let him take his time regaining his composure, then she asked, “Can you tell me the rest?”

Dobson nodded, then continued, “While Beth was in the tub waiting to die, she heard the front door open. She thought it was one of her parents coming home early. She knew if they found her, they would save her life, so with the last of her remaining strength, she hopped out of the tub, and ran to her room, then jumped right through the closed window.”  

“That’s an incredibly sad story. Who came home?” Lucy asked.

“It was my mom. They went to the same school, and my mom heard about what had happened to Beth. She rushed home as fast as she could, but it was too late. Beth made sure of that.” Dobson finished.

“What a horrible thing for your mother to live with. Finding her sister like that.” Lucy mirrored how she would have felt. Then, she remembered about helping her son.

“Well, she did it. Lori attached herself to Justin.” Lucy abruptly changed the subject. “Can we go downstairs? I have a lot of questions to ask you.”

After a few weird glances between them, they all went down to the living room, with Lucy following behind them. Their reaction made her feel a little apprehensive. Suddenly, she became acutely aware that these three spirits must know everything about her, Michael, and the kids, while they’ve all been living here together.

Come back next Tuesday, for Lori’s Story. Lucy learns about Lori’s reasons for being there. Thanks for the visit. Bye for now.

Email: Remyel@hotmail.com

You can follow Lucy’s story from the start if you click on her category in my toolbar above, then, click Lucy in the Afterlife: The Beginning. Happy reading. 😊

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