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Tapping Life's Shoulder
Paying attention to the undercurrents.
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My-4: Breaking The SpellEntry #289017


Fast Forward: Six weeks. I’m riding the commuter train back home with Jo Anne and we’ve got very little to discuss. Best friends also need their space, especially after sharing the same room for six weeks. We shared a lot more. Mostly, I found myself loosing her to the spells of St. Mary’s. We both succumbed to peer pressure and participated in the graveyard musings quite regularly in the beginning.

That all changed for me the night I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself. Instead some half-human beast starred back at me through my own eyes, only they were fiery and evil. After that night, I would have nothing more to do with the incantations and summoning of spirits. I tried to convince Jo Anne that it was outright evil and we shouldn’t be messing with the dead, but by then she had succumbed to the lures of darkness. Toward the end, she was a regular participant in the séances and the graveyard visits . Of course, the sight of Sister Juliet being levitated by eight of the junior counselors will haunt me until my final days. They said it was just for fun, but every time I revisit the memories, my spin shivers.

All in all, I enjoyed being with the younger kids the most. They weren’t anything like I expected. For some of them, I became mom, dad, big sister and role model. Wearing all those hats tends to make one forget about midnight rendezvous with the afterlife. At least, for me it did. But poor Jo Anne was lost in a fog that she may never entirely find her way out of. Sister Juliet offered to exchange addresses so we could stay in touch during the school year. Jo Anne was flattered at the request and eager to oblige. I just said we’d be moving soon and I didn’t know my new address yet. I know God forgave me for that one.

I kept imagining Sister Juliet as the head of some witch’s coven that used the camp to recruit young virgins for grooming in the dark arts. I do have a vivid imagination at times, but this concept didn’t seem entirely foreign.

The train seems to be loosing it’s magic as we get closer to the city. Each mile traveled grants clearer vision for what is really important. I just want to be home. I want to sleep in my own bed and wake up in my room, with my sister laying in the bed next to me. Did I really think that? Yes…..I really did.

We’re finally at the train station now. Jo Anne’s mom will be picking us up and they’ll drop me off first since Mom and Dad are working today. The car ride is strangely quiet. Even small talk about camp life seems to be an effort for Jo Anne. She’s distant and evasive about the whole experience. Those last three weeks of evenings with the girls must have left their mark. I hope I get my friend back before school starts back up in August.

Finally, we’ve turned onto Hawthorne Place and there’s MY house. That big, beautiful two story hunk of real estate. I’m home.

I can’t get my luggage out fast enough. I leap up the stairs and rush through the front door to find Jan in the kitchen. I’ve dropped everything and flung my arms around my sister and just wept. My sister? Yes, my wonderful sister. Home, sweet home. Thank you, God.


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