This was a story I began writing a few years back, but never finished.  My mother had an aunt by marriage who was one of the most dynamic individuals I have ever known.  Tragically her brother was killed in WWII, and his bedroom was always kept as a shrine.  I remember visiting my mothers aunt back in 1998, and seeing the room for the first time.  As soon as I began looking at all of his belongings I got chills.  It was as if I was picking up on unresolved sorrow her family never dealt with.  I also felt for a breif second that possibly that Marion's (my mothers aunts name) brothers spirit may have not passed on yet because he didn't feel his family could let him go.  This unfinished piece was inspired from these events.

 

"Marion's Brother"

 

 



 


"I need to speak with you as soon as possible".  I said to her.

"We have a lot of preparation to do before tonight, can this wait?" She asked.

"No, I'm afraid it can't, I have information that I must relay to you before your group begins this evening."

"You, mean about the paranormal activty in your mothers aunts home?"

"That is correct."

"Be at the house as soon as you can Erin, I am getting into my car as soon as I hang up".  

 

As soon as the line went dead my body became paralyzed by fear.  I had told no one of my ghostly relationship.  Of course everyone close to me had thought I had gone around the bin, and for all I knew, I had too.  I was about to expose the one thing in my life that was pure, and belonged to me.  I was about to admit how selfish I had been in keeping a perfect man in limbo.  I couldn't go into Marion's home as I knew Evan would be there so I stayed in the car.  I would have to confess the events of the past few months to Sylvia outside the house.  As I waited for Sylvia I looked over at the for sale sign stuck in the grass in the front yard which now read "sold" on the top.  It almost looked like Evan's tomb stone.  I kept telling myself that I was doing this because truely loving someone sometimes means setting them free.  I heard the familiar sound of the diesel engine of Sylvia's mercedes.  I slid down in the seat of my car, and broke into a cold sweat.

 

Sylvia's vehicle pulled up behind me and parked.  As soon as she cut the engine, and got out of her car she walked towrds me.  As soon as she approached my car I rolled down the window.  "We can't talk in the house" I said.

 

"I know." she replied  "Why don't you get out and we will talk in my car".

 

I took a deep breathe, and slowly got out of the car.  Somehow Sylvia picked up on my energy, and helped me to the passenger seat of her automobile.  As soon as I was safely seated I put my head between my legs to combat the dizziness my lighthead had brought me.  "Take your time."  Sylvia said.  "Relax my child, you have done nothing wrong. I am hear to help you, I am a medium and taking care of these situations is what I was born to do."

 

I began to shake violently.  After tonight Evan was going to be gone.

 

"I I...." I could not get the words out, where did I begin?

 

 

My shaky hand reached into my purse and pulled out the tatered picture of Evan that I found months ago.  I then gave the photo to Syliva.  "Yes" she said "This is the man I saw in the house during our survalence, it all makes sense now."

 

"What?" I asked.  What was she talking about?

 

"On almost every single cluster of EVP's we heard a man calling 'rin' we thought maybe it was a pet he once had, or some sort of game.  Now I know he was looking for you.  Your mother also mentioned in passing that you were often staying out most of the night since Marion's death.  This is where you come at night, isn't it?

 

"Yes". I whispered

 

"The energy that surrounds you is nothing like I have ever seen before.  You have spiritual abilities that are very strong."

 

"What the hell was she speaking of?" I asked myself.

 

I actually began to laugh.

 

"Don't do this to yourself" she cried.  "I am dying to go into more details of how special you truely are, but time is very crucial right now.  You must tell me everything about Evan."

 

I realized I never did tell her his name. 

 

"I don't know where to start."  I cried.

 

"Begin from the time you first came accross the picture." she said quietly.