In Our Words Canadians Reading Together

I checked on my computer and it was listed on another web site. So the next day I got in touch with Chancellor Raffey who works at J.C. Realtors. I had an appointment with him to go and see the house. We drove up to the house. Chancellor looked really scared, like he didn’t want to go in.

Chancellor said, “I can’t go in, I’m afraid. I mean, I can’t.
Cassey, can you go in yourself?”
“Ok Chancey, I will go in myself.”
“Oh, Oh, Ok, Cassey. I’ll just stay in the car.”
I said to myself, “Damned man is scared of his own face.”
I had to laugh.

I could feel the presence very strongly. I walked around. There were all kinds of nooks and crannies, old fireplaces and lamps. Later, I left and locked the door behind me. The presence was there again. I felt a breeze ruffle my hair and a voice said, “Let the- go.” This time I heard three words. Strange. I went back to my car. I told Chancey, the scaredy-cat, that I would take the house. Monday was the final closing date. Chancellor wanted to get rid of it quickly. Later that week I took some time off to fix up the old house. See, I live in a tiny apartment.

Weeks passed; the carpenters worked hard to get it finished. All that was left was the third floor.

I said to John, “How long will it take to do the next room?”

“Well, I have another job to do. I can do it another time.”

My senses told me that he was scared.

“John, can you come back and finish the barn for me?”