The Lost Soul

From: nikki pyle (nikip@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
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Source: Form Submission

I'd like to start out by explaining something abut myself first. I grew up in a haunted house. My bedroom was the location of the most activity in the house. I also posess some weak psychic skills. The story of my childhood home, however is another story altogether. I have a much more important tale to tell today. I feel that I owe it to the poor soul that is periodically haunting me.

I had an abortion about a year ago. I had split with my husband and had a fling with a man twice my age, and I got pregnant. Being a single mother at that time, and being that I was high- risk, and the jerk walked away as soon as he got the news, I decided to have an abortion, against my better judgement. My mind rationalized that it was the only thing to do. I couldn't risk my life to bring another child into the world... i might have ended up leaving behind two children with no mother. I talked to the child while he was still alive. I let the child know how much I loved them, and my heart fought my mind on the decision, but being a reational person, my mind won.

soon after I got this horrible thing done, I began having nightmares, which were my way of coping with the situation. My husband and I got back together, and we worked things out. I still felt guilty all of the time for what I did, but I couldn't take it back.

a year passed. And then, the very week of the anniversary of what I did, a lot of bad stuff started happening. My car's tire went flat in the middle of nowhere, my computer and adding machine both went berserk at the same time, things started to come up missing at home. I suspected a spirit involved, but had no clue what the spirit wanted. I sat down with a pen and paper one night, and tried autowriting (when the pen acts as a medium between you and the spirit), and the pen spelled slowly "a year". I was puzzled. Then it spelled out "alone". I started to catch on. A year What" abort" it spelled. I got it. I'm sorry I said. "leave me alone".

then it spelled my sons name. I realized that it had been a year to the date, and the child realized that although I had not given birth to him, I had a child. I wrote the child a long letter, explaining and apologizing, and I cried and cried for a whole day.

I have an angel in my house now ( a statue) that acts as a memorial to that poor child. Sometimes, I still feel that he is beside me. I think that he wants to stay close to mommy, even though i dont know if i will ever be forgiven, i am glad to know that my child is still with me. I believe that when the time is right, I may give birth again, and with a little luck, the soul of my unborn child may find its way back into the world...when were both ready.