Poltergeist

“—OUT!”

The meatbag listened to me because I am the one even though anyone can be the one it’s me now. Does he make decisions too or is someone with HIM? I must wait and see. Must wait and see. There he was gone.

He left. 

My house is dark most days and mother and father left me here to fend for myself and the baby is gone too and I never saw HIM after. After? After what? After after after. 

After they left me. They IGnoRED me first yes they did never explaining why never explaining WHY they stopped talking to me.

I cried. They made me sad so it was them who made me cry and that made me so MAD! The door opened who is it? Who’s there? Is it the meatsack from before I have to see must see. See. Leaving my room at the end of the hall but not my room anymore they took my bed away. MY BED! I’m taller now and slide all day it’s fun. It’s never father or mother or the baby but sometimes it IS a baby not one I know. I’ll play with this one too just wait and see-- 

It's another HIM! Like the other one but short and fat. The same black jacket and pants and a longer purple scarf. This HIM has more hair on his head but the face is the same breath on a window same and I want to scratch a smile into that same face. 

HIM’s chanting and he’s throwing water! This IS. MY. HOUSE! The other Him did that and now you do it like you have a say here BUT you DON’T! 

Lock the door. Lickity-split HIM’s took a skip HIM’s having a fit! HA! Grabbed HIM’s head gave a chill made HIM still HAHA! Away from the door away from the door throw HIM’s scarf to the floor step away one button (tick) two buttons (tick) three buttons (tick) FOUR! Keep moving pastor. HIM scream I scream WE ALL SCREAM! Run run fat little man you think this is bad but I can be worse you hear me. DO YOU!? Out the backway and take your cross. I threw it at HIM hit the breath on a window face and they all have that same face.

HIM gone. 

Whose pictures are these? Where did they come from? Someone is IN. MY. HOUSE! To the door and oh! A puppy. So bright outside. Kids and a father but not mine so he’ll leave you here too but I won’t let that happen because he thinks he has power here but he DOES NOT! Those same faces but the puppy knows he sees me and he knows this is my house and there’s only me who is allowed to live here. The clothes are different, more colour thin but you can’t come in I don’t care who sent you because God knows and you aren’t God and you have to LEAVE! Take your STUpid pictURES (breaking glass). LEAVE! MY HOUSE! (screams).

I love the dark if I was in the ocean I’d be on the bottom because there’s no light and it’s just better. It’s quiet and the walls are bare now. Good.

HIM again but not Him just different HIM. Preacher man in my place same face in my space I hate hate hate you preacher man. HIM brought a friend yes indeedy. Close the door (slam). Your friend is scared of me HIM and he’s too old maybe I’ll give his heart a squeeze just a tease and he has to leave HA! (groans, fell to his knees). Help him up now go. I said GO! 

Why won’t you just leave me alone szazgloam? You make me so mad I’ll stomp around you make noise you like THAT you like THAT can’t touch me down the hall to the kitchen. Why you follow me, HIM? Your friend’s hands shake and what is he doing with that? Let’s see what it is I can peak over his shoulder and I’ll blow in his ear. Goosebumps HAHA! Flip flip the pages I won’t let you read but you turn them back every time. No you don’t (book flies across the room, a loud gasp). HAHA! Stomp stomp stomp you can’t touch me but I can touch you see? (older man screams)

“Annie, that’s enough.”

I let the friend go. I know that name. 

HIM knows it too but who’s Annie I haven’t see her around. They stand side by side and Him has a book in his hand now but the other one is still on the floor. 

“Annie, you’ve been here long enough and it’s time you rest.”

I don’t dream so how can I rest? I’m awake because my parents left me alone here all by MYSELF and I did just fine and you want me to rest and there’s no way I can do that because you believe in God so I’m supposed to be awake and in my house and I won’t leave. 

You’re here to get me out you want me to pack up and go somewhere else but this is MY house and all my things are gone. I can’t find them you stole them. YOU stole my shoes. YOU took. My dollies and my dresses and my favourite pillow. 

“In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit…”

HIM and friend are throwing water everywhere making a mess I won’t have it. (heavy footfalls louder than before)

“…be at peace, Annie, as the Lord your God commands you to leave this earthly realm…”

I command you to shut your mouth HIM this is my house and you and your no face friend are NOT welcome here you aren’t making me happy with all that talk (above door latch, four deep gouges traced the length of the kitchen wall, tearing into the window pane, tearing it free, splinters of wood sprayed everywhere)

“…the Lord Almighty forgives you your sins, Annie, and now lays your spirit to rest, to be with your family in the hereafter…”

Don’t you dare! Don’t you DARE speak to ME about FAMILY! You faceless thing. I’ll show you who orders who to do what and if you don’t stop you won’t be able to sit for a week (the remaining vent for the woodfire stove crushed closed) 

“Our Father, who art in heaven…”

GO! I am the voice. I am IamIamIamIamIamIamIAMIAMIAMIAMIAMIAMIAMIAM!!

“…hallowed be thy name…”

“THIS IS MY HOUSE!”

“Dear God, Ian did you hear it?”

“Keep praying, Jim. For the love of God, keep praying,” the older priest said through trembling lips. 

“…thy kingdom come…”

“I’M THE BEAST AND I’M ALREADY HERE. GET OUT! GET—"