I thought the cat was in one of the wardrobes in the guest room. The tapping which came from its general direction alerted me to an attention seeking entity. I checked the wardrobe twice but the clothes did not speak. The doors creaked slightly as I opened and closed them, an eerie-haunted house type sound, echoing around the room. I have spent many nights of late, sitting up in the guest room, waiting patiently for that all important message but apart from audible activity, I have yet to decipher a voice of clarity.
It was dark outside, the hour was late. The atmosphere was near perfect for a visiting soul. My eyes scanned the room, transfixed upon silhouettes, disguised in imaginary possibilities. I could almost touch the energy which seemed to circle around my head. My calls were answered by gentle taps, a considerate presence to sleeping occupants. I was aware that I was no longer alone; joined by an invisible force. My patience was being rewarded. Yet I was still unsure as to the purpose and identity of my guest.
But as I continue in my quest for answers, I often wonder if I am the guest. The grounded souls who regularly make themselves known have resided here for many years; they have seen occupants come and go and even welcomed those passed as they make their own journey into a new realm. I suspect however, during my recent vigils, that the soul who catches my attention is a visitor; one with communicative encounter in mind.
This coming week marks a special occasion in my own calendar; the birthday of a man I thought I had lost. A man who affected me so deeply and brought me to where I am today; who still has an incredible influence in my life, so much so that I continue to communicate with him, years after his passing. I am aware that this man could be my guest. But there is also another massively influential character whom I feel may be grounded in this house. His anniversary falls on Monday. One year to that day, my jigsaw was completed.