Saturday, October 20, 2012

Beware Midnight on Halloween



Madame Poisson

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by Krista Davis




"Welcome spirits. The hour of midnight on All Hallows' Eve is nigh. The barriers to Earth are at their lowest. Come forth and make your presence known."

That was what I said. I'd been a medium for a long time. Well, since my rotten husband ran off with a Vegas showgirl and emptied our bank accounts. A woman has to make a living, you know.

I put on a pretty good séance, if I say so myself. I bring along a CD player and everyone flips when the doomsday notes of "The Funeral March" by Chopin fill the air. I tell them to close their eyes and hold hands. The ones on either side of me always squeeze tighter once that music begins to play.

Now just between us, people are so eager to hear from their dearly departed that they usually feed me all the information that I need. Oh. You're shocked? Puh-leeze. I'm giving them reassurances that their loved ones are all right. I make them feel better. It comforts them. There's nothing wrong with that. Shrinks charge way more than I do.

So last year on Halloween, I was invited to Sophie Winston's house in Old Town. Great place. It's a historic house, with a plaque and everything. It was probably there during the civil war. Piece of cake! Can you imagine how many people have lived there? So I started talking about a young woman in a gorgeous green silk ball gown. But they wanted to hear about this guy who had died recently, Patrick. So I call out his name  sort of spooky-like. You gotta give the people what they want, right?

"Paaatrick. Paaatrick, are you here?"

And whoop, this gust of air blows through the room and splashes hot candle wax on my hands and arms! Then the cat screeches and things banged at the windows. Sophie had a real spirit in her house! Let me tell you, I hustled on over to Karl because I'd seen him pouring booze from his flask, and I helped myself to a double dose to calm my nerves.

A sensible person would have wrapped it up right then and there. But nooooo, even though I had actually reached a spirit, I stupidly tried again -- and wound up in an ambulance. They tell me there were earthly reasons for my collapse but I know better.

These days, I mostly do home makeup parties. And I always ask if the house is haunted first. I won't go if it is. I've had a bunch of calls about Halloween séances this year. The money is tempting, since word got around about what happened at Sophie's house. But I don't know if I dare hold another séance at midnight on Halloween. After all, I opened the portal once. Who knows what might come through?

What do you think? Do I dare risk it?

8 comments:

  1. If you do, be sure to write and tell us all about it!

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    1. If I live to tell about it. There's the problem . . .

      ~ Madame Poisson

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  2. Go for it...maybe it will be a good spirit.

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    1. Aren't you sweet! You give me hope, Dru. Some of them have to be nice, right?

      ~ Madame Poisson

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  3. Absolutely, go for it! Life is nothing without an occasional risk...or dare.

    ~Charlotte Bessette

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    1. Ohhh, but this is a big risk, Charlotte. Hmm, I've heard about your cheese shop. Maybe I'll pay you a visit. Do you offer samples?

      ~ Madame Poisson

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  4. Sheri Poisson O'NeillOctober 20, 2012 at 10:50 PM

    definitely go for it!

    btw, great last name :)

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    1. You must be a relative! Okay, Sheri, I'll go, but only if you come with me!

      ~ Madame Poisson

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