• Jeff South

Blogtober 2021: Gateway


"What are you talking about?" Sandy is nonplussed, as if I had told her the lawn needed mowed or maybe it's time for us to consider a Roomba.

"Upstairs is a poltergeist. I can prove it."

She turns the stove burner off so the hamburger meat doesn't burn. I take her hand and lead her upstairs to the Executive Washroom.

"When was the last time you cleaned up here?" She pokes her head into my office and then steps into the bathroom with me.

"That's not why we're up here. Just stand with me here quietly and listen."

I stare at the floor and listen, hand on my mouth to emphasize just how much I'm concentrating.

"What am I supposed to hear?" She asks, but I shush her.

Several unbearable seconds pass filled only with the sound of the TV left on downstairs. Of course, this is what is happening. Of course, I would bring my wife upstairs to show her that somewhere up here a gateway to some troublesome spirit has opened and now said spirit is haunting me. I wouldn't blame her at all for teasing me or telling me to quit being such a drama queen. Sandy isn't a skeptic when it comes to matters of the supernatural and certainly loves indulging in those paranormal investigation "reality" shows, but nothing is happening here to convince her something weird is happening in our home. Thanks for making me look like an idiot, poltergeist. I feel the warmth of her hand rubbing a small circle on my back.

"Are you okay?" Her voice is concerned.

"Yeah. No. Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno. I'll be fine."

"Then why are your hands shaking so much?"

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