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things just to shut him up! Sometimes it seems like he just wants to barber on forever.” She looked slightly cross with my grandfather but at least she was nice enough not to say it aloud.
    “Well, tell him thank you, if you can. I’ve actually been meaning to ask you if you can tell the dead things or can you only receive messages from them and not the other way around?”
    “I’m a Medium, Chickadee. I can receive messages but actually sending them is a bit harder. It’s not like I can pick up the nearest Ameche – that’s telephone to you – and call him up. He or she has to come to me when they’re ready…like all spirits do.”
    “What about evil spirits?” I asked, because I have had something on my mind for quite some time now.
    “What about them?”
    “Can they send messages too? And if so, can they send them directly to a person instead of through a Medium like yourself?”
    “Why do you ask that? Is there something you’re not telling me? Come on, spit it out! You’re giving me the heebie- jeebies already!” Marisol asked, suddenly interested in every word I had to say. I really didn’t want to bring this up, since I felt as though I had put it to bed ages ago but I had to know and I figured no one would give me a more direct and honest answer than Marisol.
    “Well, a while back – maybe a year ago now – I heard a voice. A whisper, really, in the room I was sitting in at the time. I had been typing up an article on the comput er and the room was in silence when suddenly I heard “You’re going to die” whispered into the air. It freaked me out and for a while I did nothing but cry and watch every step I took but then I tried to let it go. It still bothers me though…it’s like something was trying to scare me,” I explained, getting goosebumps as I did so.
    “You have to tell it to dust off, fade, go away, whatever you want to call it. Not responding to evil will only give it opportunity to taunt you again. Be stern and tell that damned spirit where to go!” I had never seen Marisol so serious before. I must have really touched a nerve with my questions.
    “Sometimes, years ago, I’d get grumpy, irate, mean old bastards wanting me to enact revenge on someone but I told them immediately that I don’t do that and they’d best find someone else to barber to. These were mostly mafia hit men or other criminals. Normal people aren’t usually so cruel once they’ve passed on, which is why your spirit slightly worries me. Have you had any other experiences with it?” I did, actually. So I told her how we had heard sounds of furniture being moved upstairs when there was no furniture and saw creepy shadow figures on our walls. One of them was even holding what looked like a knife. Marisol was quite shaken by this revelation, I could see.
    “Autumn, darling,” she said, gripping my hand, “leaving that house was probably the best thing you ever did. There was obviously some unrest there. Someone didn’t take too kindly to The Big Sleep and wanted to hurt you. I worry for you though…the spirit world can be quite dangerous. So please keep an eye out for any potential harm…” My stomach plummeted as her words hit me. Could I still be in danger even though I was clear across the country? I hoped not. I hoped that I left the spirit or spirits that were haunting me back in Massachusetts when I left.
     
    T uesday morning came before I knew it and when I walked into the office I was taken aback by the fact that I actually worked here. At least, I think I did. I wasn’t really sure how much longer Sophie would keep me on board if I kept making a mess of things. Who knew if she even wanted me to come in today or not. Well, either way, I was here. Dressed and ready for whatever lie ahead.
    After getting home from Marisol’s late last night, I slept like a baby. I think the stress of the day coupled with the fact that I had brought up some old demons – quite literally – just wore me