Beyond fear (Jenny scott)

Maria

We are sitting, Maria and I, on her bed. I finally decided to tell her what's really going on, but I know she'll think I'm crazy, especially since she knows I'm skeptical about this sort of thing. "Come on, tell me." me," she said. "Okay, first promise me that you're going to let me talk until the end and that you're not going to interrupt me," I said. "I promise!" »"Some time ago, Jack, Alice and I went to visit an abandoned cabin in the forest. Surely you know the story of this haunted cabin? » I say. She nods her head. "They were too afraid to come in," I continued. "So, I was the only one who went in, and ever since that day, I keep hearing voices, I have nightmares, and I feel like I'm being chased through the forest . "" Serious ? ", she asks. "Yes! », I replied. "I thought it was in my head, but to get confirmation, I decided to go to that cabin again, this time during the day. When I entered this cabin, I felt something unsettling. I felt a hand grab my leg, but when I turned around, there was no one..."Maria looks at me, perplexed. That's when I realized I'd left out a crucial detail. "And the scariest part is, I'm sure I saw a shadow following me in the forest. A shadow that strangely resembled a human silhouette. »I look at Maria, who now looks terrified. "And I'm not the only one. People have disappeared in this forest, without a trace. It is said that they were taken away by a dark force years ago. »I see her swallowing with difficulty. "Now, I am convinced that something evil haunts this cabin, and I am afraid that it means harm to me..." She bursts out laughing while staring at me. Does she think I'm crazy too? "So, Jenny Scott, do you see spirits?" » she asks me, patting me on the shoulder. I look her straight in the eyes, without a smile, and she immediately understands that I'm not joking. "Wait! You are serious ? » she is surprised. "Oh, yes," I reply in a weary tone. She gives me a compassionate look and shakes my hand forcefully. "Good! » she said finally. "I think I can help you with your problem." »I frown, curious. How could she help me with something as strange as my visions? "How? » I asked, perplexed. "I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise to keep it to yourself," she said to me mysteriously. I stared at her attentively. What could she possibly have to say to me? "Go ahead, tell me everything. "You know, it's been several years since you've been here, and the last time we saw each other was when your mother died," she said in a serious tone. "And I felt so alone, so alone... I started to hallucinate. I felt like someone was following me everywhere, I heard voices too. "But it's not at all the same thing," I said, cutting her off. "No, listen to me carefully," she continued. "I heard of a shaman who could help you with your visions. He helped me too, back then, with my strange visions and voices in my head. And he gave me something that allowed me to communicate with my deceased mother. »I am paralyzed. This is all too strange for me. I have never been a believer, I have never believed in the existence of the afterlife. "But... what are you talking about? » I said finally. "You know I'm skeptical about these things. "I know, but you need to get rid of those nightmares or spirits that haunt you, don't you?" » "Yes..." "So listen to me. »She then tells me about her experience with the shaman, how he helped her overcome her visions. She also tells me how he gave her a special object that allowed her to communicate with her deceased mother. I am paralyzed. This is all too scary. I feel like my life is falling apart into something incomprehensible, strange and terrifying. "Tomorrow we can go see him, okay? » she asks me. I remain speechless. Go see a shaman? Am I going crazy too? And yet, something in me pushes me to accept this proposition. Maybe because I've suffered too much lately, maybe because I need to believe in something. "Okay," I replied, still unsure. She smiles at me and hugs me. her arms. "You'll see, it'll be fine," she told me. I told her that I'm tired and that I have to go back to the hotel. We say goodbye and I return to my hotel room, still troubled by this conversation. I sit on the bed and take my computer to do some research.

Hours pass without me realizing it. I am absorbed by everything I read about shamans, their rituals and their powers. I discover incredible stories, moving testimonies, but also harsh criticisms and warnings. I am lost, torn between the desire to know more and the fear of getting lost in obscure beliefs.

Finally, I ended up falling asleep, exhausted by all these emotions.