During a hot day in July I was visiting with my sister, Kelcey, We were having a conversation about a friend of ours and some of the problems she was having in her love life, since we both knew that we would eventually be drug into the middle of it. In the middle of the conversation I felt the presence of something else in the room with us. This something else however was a force I had grown accustomed to. It was the presence of a ghost, a female ghost as the energy felt very feminine.
"Are you alright?" asked my sister as she noticed my uncomfortable shift in body language.
"I'll be fine, I just need some air." I replied to her worrisome questioning.
"Lets go outside then since we're about to leave for dinner anyways."
When we got outside I still felt the presence with us. Lingering in the distance like a like an over excited child trying to catch the attention of his mother. I continued to ignore her attempt at stealing my attention. Noticing my still uncomfortable disposition my sister asked.
"Are you sure your alright you seem a little anxious?"
"Yeah I think it's just low blood sugar." I lied not wishing to have her force me to make contact with this miss directed spirit, like she has done many occasions before. Her curiosity for the paranormal never seems to allow me a minute's peace in her presence. She's turns to me for every aspect of her life never making a move one way or another without asking me first. It's both a burdening and a great compliment to my gift.
My mother and her fiancé came out of the house that moment as we stood there talking in the dusty drive way with its many rocks making look as though it were a thin strip if desert barren of all life. My mother was still in her clothes from work, the scrubs she has worn many occasions pink and purple swirling methodically in a more than unique pattern of intrigue.
"Time to go!" she yelled as she lit the small stick of deadly nicotine hanging from her lips.
"Howard is going to meet us there." Her fiancé said igniting his cigarette as well.
We all pilled into my mother's truck in the same positions we sat in every occasion. On the way to the restaurant, which we probably frequented more than out own dinning room, I couldn't shake the feeling that the ghost was still just hanging around like a rain cloud just bound and determined to rain on my day. When we enter the small dingy café that felt like a second home more than a place of business I heard my name called from behind the counter.
"Hey Troy, How have you been?...I haven't seen you in here for at least a week." It was Marrie one of the owners and a client I acquired when I first started working as a psychic.
"I've been good. I guess I can't complain too much...How about you?"
"You tell me you're the psychic...I'm only kidding...just the same ol' same ol'."
I took my seat at our regular table with the rest of my family. John‘s, my mothers fiancé, friend Howard was already there waiting. The waitress came over and took our drink orders each one of us picking something entirely different from the other like always. When I received my drink I sat it in the middle of the table a safe distance away from my sister who has a natural knack for knocking drinks over. Suddenly as I turned to crack my neck, a habit of mine that's second nature, I felt the presence of the ghost again nagging at my every being attempting to get me to pursue her interests.
It was then that I also had a vision as to her appearance. In my vision she stood before me with neatly brush and pulled back hair. It was white with a slight silver tint to it as if it were made from moon beams. She wore a white floral blouse, the pink flowers seemingly jumping from their stationary positions with vibrancy. He face twisted into an annoyed grimace. However I ignored her advance one again.
I felt a shift in her energy from annoyed to anger. My glass began to move slightly toward me, which couldn't go unnoticed.
"Oh my god! Look at T.J.'s glass it's moving." Exclaimed John.
"Whoa you're right." said Howard.
"Yeah is not even wet and no one else's is moving." Kelcey added.
"And it's full" my mother shot in.
I quickly grabbed the glass and moved it back to its original position.
"It's nothing, just ignore it."
As we sat there I felt her energy become more intense and then her temper flared. My glass flew off the table into the lap of Howard.
"What the heck was that?" He yelled
"I don't know!" my Kelcey, my mother and her fiancé replied together before turning to me.
I sunk down in my chair not wishing to divulge the reason as for the erratic behavior of my glass. But they pushed.
"Well what was it. One of your friends?"
I laughed nervously before telling tem about the elderly woman.
"What do you mean a ghost did it?" Howard asked being the true skeptic he is, never for a minute believing me to be psychic or anyone else for that matter.
"I was ignoring a ghost and she wasn't too happy about it."
"Well tell your "Friend" to leave me out of it." He exclaimed with a sarcastic laugh before leaving the table to dry himself off.
I was glad that my family decided to leave it at that and the ghost left me alone shortly after that when she realized that I wasn't a medium that wanted to help her at the moment. Things calmed down and the rest of the dinner went along pretty normal or as normal as a dinner could go for me.