Presence

                                              Presence



    I am invisible, voiceless, my touch cannot be felt, yet all those residing in this house sense a presence beyond themselves, and seldom stay long. One former tenant fled without bothering to pack, gibbering about something which had lain beside him as he slept. Priests have tried prayers, incantations, even holy water; nothing works: she who was born, so happily married, then buried within these walls, will never leave.

    May God pity poor lone spirits that wish none harm, but merely seek comfort from other, still living souls.

    If we should meet, do not fear me.You are welcome here.