Chapter 2 Part 1

She was the child of her ex-husband.

 Everyone had heard about my grandmother’s big divorce. When my grandmother was only 16 she married a handsome, rich young man. They had a baby when grandma was only 20. But then soon after when Linda was 3, her father changed. My grandmother was all new to this whole ghost, crossing over thing and she was very naive about it, but yet very confused. She had horrible nightmares about these creepy black figures, which are figures that bring a cold, empty and useless feeling. They would go to grieving ones and lead them into suicide and then torment their dead souls. The sad thing was that they actually exist. Because Vincent was her husband she would tell him everything, But Vincent didn’t tell her that she would be okay or that he would protect her he asked questions about their power and if they had newcomers. My grandmother was too head over heels in love with him that she didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. After a month of continuously asking everything my grandmother knows and had learnt. He killed himself, and is to this day the most powerful “Vintor”. Vintor is the current term for them black figures. My grandmother had said that Victor had token over her soul and she is a possessed spy. My grandmother would have but her up for adoption but she thought it was best if she could supervise her and stop her from being another threat to the poor helpless souls.

I was the only one who knew the whole story about why Aunt Linda hated her mother because I share the gift of ghost as well. Though I don’t have much experience I am still learning. Then I came the time for my mother to do her speech. I find it very touching;

“I believe that I have always been close to my mother, my daughter as well. Us three have always shared a precious gift; a gift of healing and communication. When I was young my mother and I would help loved ones, help them move on after a tragic accident. My mother taught me many things and she taught me well. My only hope is that I will be able to teach my daughter as well as she has taught me.”

My mother’s little speech made a few cry harder than they all ready were but they were crying because they were happy. It made me feel happy to see a smile in the room.

To be continued