![]() But when you put it on it doesn't want to come off."Īfter I took it off he tried to cleanse it somehow, it think he was trying to cleanse it with only his energy, soon I was gasping for breath. My dad said "It hurts doesn't it?" I looked at him a little scared because he didn't sound like my dad for a minute and he went on to say "It doesn't want to be put on. I tried to get it off but it was being even more stubborn than usual and it hurt more than usual to get it off. ![]() After a few moments my dad asked me to try to take it off. I did so hesitantly the bracelet scraped against my skin as I fought to get it on and I hissed. Finally he got up and asked me to put the bracelet on. This bracelet was really nothing special in fact it was a movie prop replica (I won't say witch movie because you will mock me.) it was new not old and it was something that made my dad very unhappy, we sat down and he tried to get a feel on the bracelet but he couldn't see into it. We take it to the kitchen and he watches as I pull out everything his attention was peaked by a necklace that had been my grandmothers that had a hidden pentagram in it (the five pointed star pointing up not down) but the problem really appeared when I pulled out a bracelet. (Please don't even ask why I put it under my bed to this day I STILL can't answer that question.) You can imagine my surprise when my dad stops me from putting it aside and looks at it like it\'s a loaded gun or something. My room was an Absolute Disaster I won't describe it for the faint of heart, under my bed was just as disgusting but thankfully we didn't have to look far, I pulled out a few memento boxes I had and then pulled out my purse that I used every day. So we went to my room to find out what it was. After I made sure it was Grace I told my father that Grace wasn't under my bed, he hesitated before asking me the next question "Are there any other spirits in the house you know of who may be hiding under your bed?" now in my first story I spoke of an energy that followed me through the house, in this story I had been feeling that energy for a while but being the young untrained idiot that I was I didn't mention it. We were sitting in the living room so I was wondering how he had felt anything under my bed (I still had a ways to go in my training) but I reached out to get a feel for Grace, I didn't have to go far, the kitchen where she stayed usually was right next to the living-room, apparently our conversation had interested her because she was standing right behind the couch where I was sitting. ![]() I was startled because dad didn't really speak about Grace when we talked about stuff like this he didn't hate or dislike her, but he felt uncomfortable about her because he couldn't sense her the way I said I could. Grace was the name I had given the little girl ghost who didn't speak but lived in our kitchen for reasons unknown to us at the time. "Is Grace under your bed?" I was startled badly. When he was done doing this he had a curious look on his face he then asked me an odd question. He decided that if we were going to have this talk so late at night he wanted to put up some mental barriers around the house. When I was about 17 or so I talked with my dad one night about magic and ghosts and stuff.
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