Not so long ago

When I first moved into my stepdaughters and granddaughters this past winter after a brief stay in a recovery center. There was much more going on leading up to her mother’s death in the days that I stayed there to help with my granddaughter Brookie. Her mom and grandmother had a vacation to Mexico planned just weeks away. The first night Brook and I were downstairs watching TV. There was loud stomping that sounded like right upstairs . Brookie cuddled close to me but wasn’t that scared ,then she stood up and took my hand and said come Grampa, and walk through the house with me and that the bad ghosts wouldnt bother her with me around . We walked in every room down and around the basement as I said prayers in God’s name and Jesus is in our hearts , that they had no power and to fuck off basically she felt so confident and safe doing that .After I put her to bed .I could hear the sound of what sounded like a huge animal feeding off a carcass or something. Sounds of tearing flesh slobbering and eating as if it was happening out in the wild? I tried to debunk it even unplugging the fish tank, anything to explain what I was hearing ,it eventually stopped.It sounds crazy but there were a couple of pictures i got close to and stared into them as they manifested into ugly faces and body movements true evil and i was completly sobber and not on LSD . It became a regular thing Brook talking freely about the ghosts. Her mom would leave every night with her new boyfriend and person that shortly after gave her methonal thinking he was giving her vodka .Her mom would be gone till the next day on a regular occurrence. I would take my grandaughter to school and home again we did everything together even playing with her creepy doll Rose .She and I were together day and night it was great but short-lived. I caught her a few times talking like there was someone there. She would say it was a friendly spirit. Then a couple of days before her mother’s tragedy, I went to the washroom not too far from the living room where she was watching TV. I came back into the living room and she was talking and laughing as if someone was there ,then the front door opened slowly causing a huge draft and cold ,it was winter . I walked over to the front door, I thought someone had opened it and to my right, I saw a shadow figure go upstairs. I asked Brookie who she was talking to! She said that her grampa Bill came with some friends to help me protect her from the bad spirits. Crazy right? I told her they were not good spirits, they were tricking her. Then asked how do you know it’s your grampa, Bill? He had died about three months earlier. She said she asked him all the difficult questions even him knowing her favorite color purple. She talked a lot about the ghost and she was very real and believable. Only she and I had conversations about it she never mentioned it around her mom or grandmother. She had even said that before I had moved in she played hide and seek once with the good ghost in the basement. Years earlier when her mom and my son had a relationship and lived there together for over three years with my grandson and Brook they had some creepy stuff going on scaring the kids and creeping them out as well. They asked me if I would go and do things I believed got rid of unwanted entities in the past . My X partner and I did some research and found that someone had died and a body was taken from the house in 1976. No names or details cause it took a lot more to dig into due to protecting real state or something like that. I was ready just to bolt at first moving there .It was such bad energy and I felt like I had come back so the past evil could finish me off. About the second day after Brooks’s mom came stumbling into emergency yelling she had been poisoned and shortly after a couple hours went into a coma never gaining consciousness. The second day she had lost over half her brain activity . It was just all such a feeling of something so awefull one couldnt even believe what was happening . There i was in the house of creepy all alone waiting for a call. The time was past 11 pm and a couple hours earlier i had gotten news that there was no response in her pupils and not much brain activity ,that she wasnt going to make it . I still couldnt get the sound that came from my grandaughter the day befor as her and i walked down the steps as i was taking her to school and answered the phone with my speaker on and her gramma crying saying its really bad her mom is in intensive care .Truely forever haunting Screach i will never forget . So i said fuck sobriety and headed to get a bottle of whiskey and shut all the lights off and left the Tv on . I got to my truck and turned around to see if i left the stove light on and Brooks bedroom light went on . I immediately thought her mom just died . I was back within about 15 minuettes ready to get hammered but hadnt yet had a drink . I pulled my truck infront of the house and was a little creeped still about the light going on and no one in the house and in the bedroom next to my grandaughter’s room that was my sons and Brooks moms room not even a year earlier before there breakup,a tall dark what looked like a real person walked toward the grandaughters room brushing and moving the curtain but vanished not coming to the other side of the blind. It was almost the exact time her mom was declared completely brain-dead.