The Haunting of Miss. M.

A very frightened girl sat across from me, in my office. Her frantic mother had called the night before looking for help for her daughter. Miss. M. is seventeen years old and has been unable to sleep in her own bed or even enter her own room, after dark, for approximately two months. She tried to keep the reason a secret because she was afraid that people would think she was losing her mind.

It started one night when she woke to the sound of a man’s voice. At first, she thought it was her mother’s boyfriend in the hallway, outside her room. On second thought, it didn’t sound like him at all, and it was coming from her closet. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, not the specific words, but the tone and whisper gave her chills. She was paralyzed with fear, afraid to move, afraid to speak, afraid to breathe. After several minutes she managed to slowly reach for the light switch. When the light came on, the voice was silenced. She knew there was no way someone was in her closet. It was very tiny and jammed packed with clothes, shoes and boxes of her things. There was barely room for one more hanger. She managed to get out of bed and open the closet door. It was exactly as she left it. She knew she wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t hallucinating and it wasn’t her imagination, she was absolutely certain of that.

Ghost busting is not my thing, although I’ve had several cases of entities that, for a variety of reasons, deem it necessary to make uninvited contact with the living. In Ms. M’s case, the entity had not only made auditory contact, he began making physical contact, of a sexual nature. Over the course of two months he visited her regularly. He touched her and whispered things he wanted to do to her and things he wanted to have done to him.

I didn’t want to embarrass her with having to give me details about his requests, but I did want to know if his requests were things she was familiar with.

“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you’re asking me.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking and more to the point, are the things he’s requesting you do or allow him to do to you, things you have experience with? He’s not asking you to do anything that would be considered dangerous or abnormal?”

“No. It’s just normal stuff.”

Again, without going into details of her sexual experiences, she said that the previous year she thought she was a sex addict. It scared her so she quit. She’d been abstinent from sex for over a year. That’s how she phrased it, “abstinent” like a recovering alcoholic or drug addict.

When I took her mother’s call, the night before our session, I tracked the energy she was talking about. I could see him and feel him. From the information I was getting, it didn’t feel dangerous or harmful but that depended on how Ms. M. was processing her experience. She didn’t feel she was being raped. There’s a big difference between and young girl without experience or knowledge being touched and one who is more than familiar with normal sexual activity.

So, here’s the deal. After our initial ‘interview’ I assured her that she was safe and that we could stop his visits immediately. But, before we did, I wanted her to see what it was she was doing that attracted the experience. The statement, “I’m a sex addict.” is a belief, an affirmation, a fixed idea, the vibration of which opens the door to more of the same. It is my one complaint with any twelve step program.

Oh dear….I have to run…..I’ll write more later….

Good morning, I'm back...

Okay, where did I leave it? Oh yeah. Fixed ideas and such. Miss. M. believed she was a sex addict. Her sister told her that the 'visitor' was a sex demon. I'm smiling as I write that. People have odd notions about the disembodied. Anyway, the truth about her ghost was that he was a young man, in his late teens or early twenties. He was obsessed with sex too, as many young men are. Unfortunately he had an accident and was killed quite suddenly. He was confused and unable to move through his death experience because he was fixated. I've seen this before. I explained that he is just a boy, or young man, not unlike her, who has found someone to play with. He believes he is a sex addict too. As soon as she gets out of her state of fear and can forgive him and herself we can let him pass.

I guided her through the process, which took no more than 30 minutes. Then I asked if I could see her bedroom. I followed her home which was situated on a corner right behind Montgomery High School. Her bedroom window faced the street, which faced the direction of the football field. Her bedroom was very small and jammed packed with girl stuff. The walls were covered with photos of friends and musicians. It was cluttered and messy but what stood out to me was the position of her bed and some ceramic skulls she had on her dresser. A Feng Shui nightmare. I walked her around the room and pointed to things and asked her what she felt when she looked at them. Was the energy high or low? We determined there were many objects that were attracting a low or negative vibration. I made some suggestions about clearing out some of those things and finally cleared the space and sealed it, energetically. Her room was then off limits to uninvited visitors. Her brother and sister were waiting in the family room. They knew why I was there and were curious and maybe a bit nervous about what to expect. I gave them the all clear sign, a smile and I left.

I ran into Miss. M. at Joe's yesterday. That's what prompted the blog post. I didn't recognise her. She bounced over and sat down right next to me with a big smile on her face. She looked fresh and happy and it took a few moments for me to place her. She said, "It's me, Melinda." Her face was clear and fresh, her hair light and shiny, her smile went from ear to ear. She brought me up to date on her life and her plans for a future career. She wants to go to massage school. She wants to do what I do. After she finishes school she's going to come to me for training and fine tuning her skills. I think she'll be a wonderful healer.