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Spirit of a Dove

JUDY ANN WEST

My name is Cassey and I’m a believer. In the town where I was born, at the end of an old road, there was an old three-story house. When I was a child I always dreamed of owning that big old house. The house was creepy looking and still had a for sale sign hanging on a post on the front lawn. Everyone in town said it looked like something out of a scary movie. I liked everything about the house. Every time we went by the house, Mom would always rush me a long. I think she was scared as well.

When I grew I up I finished high school and got a job as a real estate agent. One day I came across that old road. I felt a presence that was drawing me down that road, so I went to see that big old house. I used to love that house; when I was a child I dreamed of living in there. No one would buy it because they say it was haunted by an old man named Seth MacGillicutty. Now Seth loved animals; his favorite was doves. Townspeople say that they could hear a strange noise coming from the third floor. It sounded like birds’ wings flapping and I could hear someone saying, “Let-go”. My sense was really strong and I hadn’t had that feeling since I was a child. Anyway, I had to leave to get back to the office to finish my work.

At 3:00 p.m. I was sitting at my desk and I heard someone talking, but I couldn’t make out the voice. Again I heard, “letgo”. I wasn’t close enough. See, when I was younger I could feel things, but I didn’t know what they were. 6:00 p.m.. Time for me to go home.