“There’s no trespassing here so move on! I’m warning you, move on!” I shout, before the stranger bangs once again on the door. I can hear the barn owl hooting now as the knocking continues. I stand there in a trance. Something came over me as I began to hear a faint whisper. It was a voice I’d never forgotten, the voice of my childhood, the voice of loss. This voice was the voice of my deceased mother.
“You must stop practicing voodoo! You must let go of the anger and forgive! You must find a way to forgive, Shelly. Do not cast this man into darkness” Tears began to stream down my face as the knocking started to diminish. I stood there frozen. I could not move my feet and the tears flowed. I sunk to my knees from the power of your voice, the voice I had waited to hear since I was a confused teenager.
When I woke up later on the floor, the sky was as black as Georgia asphalt and the beautiful owl was perched perfectly in my tree glaring at me behind the glass as the katydids sang a harrowing tune.