Lydia left shortly after our conversation.
Then, I heard them.
Footsteps running all around the second floor.
Victor and I retreated into one of the safe rooms – one of the rooms that had been de-draped. Somehow I knew that they would not dare enter a daylit room.
Victor curled up onto the couch with me. I wrapped my arm around him and held him tight.
No spirit was going to touch my son.
Neither of us attempted conversation.
We listened to the footsteps.
I wondered when they would stop.
Victor opened his eyes.
He couldn’t quite remember when he’d fallen asleep.
And the house was quiet.
He widened his eyes.
The drapes were once more hanging on the windows.
I don’t know how they did it, but the others managed to undo all of our hard work.
All of the drapes had been rehung.
All of them.
I was not pleased by this new development.
This was undoubtedly an invitation for us to pack up and leave.
I did consider it.
But this house was ours.
I was not about to be bested by maladjusted spirits.
I was resolved to show them.
Those drapes were going to come down.
And this time they were going to be burned.
Victor and his mother tore the drapes down with a determination that had to be seen to be believed.
I wish we could just leave. he thought.
If these ghosts want the house all to themselves, then we ought to let them have at it.
Yet, it is terribly exhilarating to burn all of these old grayed drapes.
How the fire leaps to the sky with each new load!
I wonder how big it will be when we are done.
Victor stayed close to me and I was glad of it. Despite Lydia’s claims that these ghosts were of no danger to us, I felt as if we were treading on dangerous ground. With every drape we brought down, we were signing a contract of doom.
We finished the first floor.
All of the drapes were down.
All of the drapes were burned.
They would not reappear on our windows.
Not unless they were ghosts as well.
We headed up the stairs to the second floor.
“Mother. What do we do if the ghosts try to stop us?”
She carefully considered her answer. “Tell them that this house no longer belongs to them. Tell them that the house is ours. At the very least, it will give them something new to think about.”
Victor nodded. “That makes sense.”
“Let’s start with this room and work our way down the hall.” She unlocked the door.
They entered the room and headed straight for the drapes.