Evesham

Chapter 2. The Start.

Chapter 2. The Start.

It all started when I was 14 years old, just like any usual night me and my Mam were laid watching T.V, the only difference was that my Dad had gone to see a spiritulist which he and my Nana did often. This time there was a slight difference. Arriving home around 23:30 my Dad explained that the spiritulist had felt a strong energy which could lead to being psychic, and that the energy was almost overwhelming. Thinking nothing of it, we listened to the spiritulist tape and could hear a muffled sound in the background when my Dad and the woman were discussing the loss of my sister who was misscarried in late pregnancy. "The baby was a little girl but you now also have another young daughter, is that correct?" "Yes" replied my Dad sounding rather confused as to why the question was asked. My Dad described that the woman, named Rachel, began to look worried and concerned. "Your daughter Lucy, is being not so much controlled by the first born, I don't know in what context but I feel she has a huge amount of power over Lucy." My Dad being my Dad just laughed it off, and to be honest I thought it was quite cool, it was strangely comforting knowing she was with me.

After the tape had finished, my Dad changed the T.V channel onto Psychic T.V where a man was staring at a candle and eventually the candle completely broken in half, which to me seemed quite unrealistic. I'm open minded but I've always been unsure, nothing can be definate, can it?. In the kitchen, my Mum was ironing mine and Blakes school clothes ready for the next morning. As Blake is what I call a "Daddys boy" he wouldn't go to bed untill Dad was home, so at this point he was still awake. "Mum can I have some toast before bed please?" "Only if you promise to go straight to bed, you have an early start in the morning Blake." Turning off the iron, she walked over to the bread bin which wasn't far away. Our house was a sunshine house, and therefore had a long and wide living room but only had a small square kitchen. The kitchen was small but it was big enough to fit 6 of us, the extra two being the dogs of course, Mindy and Poppy.

Walking over to the bread bin, just about to lift the lid, my Dad entered the Kitchen looking like he was about to announce something. This is when things where about to change. Picking up the solid pot lid, my Mum turned around to listen to Dad's announcement. Turning around to see what Mindy was barking at, all I heard was a shocking smash which sounded like a whole window had caved in. I instantly shot round to find my Mum stood in the same spot with half the bread bin lid in her hand, it was like it had been cut exactly in half. Surely my Dad couldn't have done this just from watching a programme, the room was deadly silent trying to come to terms with what had just taken place. "I'm going to spiritulist classes, I'm going to learn how to contact the dead and help people" "What? Why! You don't mess with the deceased Dwain everybody knows that". I Knew he was serious, he had a look of determination on his face which he didn't have often, about anything. It didn't have any effect on me in any way at all, but Mum was dead set against it. "Fine, do what you want too, but don't dare be doing anything like that in this house where the children are." I could understand her point, she wanted to protect her children, eventhough I did think she was being a bit dramatic. She wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea, but she would support him in the end with whatever he wanted to do and by the looks of things, I was going to have a Dad who contacts the dead.