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“What about Timmy? Has he seen a psychologist or been
prescribed medication since you submitted the form?”
Mrs. Johansson shook her head. “No. We wanted to see you
first before going to that extreme.”
“Do any of you suffer from any illnesses?” I asked.
“Okay, look. Chelsea, is it? My family is perfectly normal.
Until Timmy started experiencing this — this demon, or whatever
— we had no problems whatsoever. I would appreciate it if you
would take me at my word.” The blue eyes she had passed to her
son were a mixture of anger and pain.
In her mind, seeing a psychologist was more extreme than
calling in a team of ghost hunters. This woman was really desperate
to have something haunting her son that wasn’t just in his mind. I
wondered if this could have had something to do with why it was
hanging around, assuming that there was actually an entity. With the
woman being this insistent, she might have filled out the application
with a little embellishment on the paranormal claims.
I lowered the folder. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Johansson, but normal
is relative. This is just standard procedure. I don’t mean any
offense.”
She sucked in a big breath and shook her head. “Right.
Thank you. Anyway, this is our bedroom. Hi, Paul.”
I leaned inside the doorway to see Mr. Johansson sitting on
a vast four-poster bed that looked out of place in the small room.
There was a cross hanging over the headboard, which made another
question pop into my head.
“Have you ever had your house blessed?”
Mrs. Johansson raised an eyebrow. “As in, an exorcism?”
The word immediately gave my heart a jolt. “No. Nothing
like that. You can call the priest at your local parish to come and
bless your house with holy water and prayer. If there’s negative
energy hanging around for some reason, it could help to clear it.”
“No, we didn’t know that we could do that. Maybe we
should.” She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip.
“It’s something to consider.” I raised my camera and
snapped a photo.
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