Spooks and Snakes

Does anyone know how to perform an exorcism? I may be in need of one. There has been some awfully spooky things going on around these parts lately.

When we were staying at Arenal Observatory Lodge, we talked for a bit with Esteban. He worked at the front desk, and he was a riot. Esteban was very loco. We over heard him telling another guest about seeing UFOs and believing in aliens. He was very animated in his stories and very passionate about every detail. His eyes bugged out a little bit. When it was our turn at the front desk, he asked if we believed in ghosts (I told him that I believe anything is possible), and then he proceeded to tell us about a ghost he saw at a school house. Esteban was a fun loving loco. I’m wondering if he knows how to perform an exorcism. If so, I could really use his services right about now.

The night after we got back from Costa Rica, I was home alone watching TV. Steve was out of town, Josh was working late and Moanna wasn’t back yet. I was enjoying the quiet and mindless TV watching, when a noise made my heart stop. I heard a footstep coming from upstairs. After the panic wore off, I relaxed and told myself it was just a board popping. Just as I was settling back into the couch, I heard more footsteps. I shot straight up off of that couch, grabbed my phone, keys and purse and ran for the front door. I jumped in my car and took off.

I pulled into a shopping center a few miles down the road, and called Steve to tell him that someone was in our house. After he knew that I had left the house and that I was safe, he told me to call Josh to see when he would be home from work. Josh wasn’t able to answer my texts or calls, and I was NOT going back to that house until someone much braver than I was inspected every inch of the house and deemed it empty.

Since I had nothing else to do for the next few hours, I ordered a pizza and proceeded to devour the entire thing while I sat in the parking lot waiting for Josh to get off work. I was starving, stressed and in my jammies. I was in no shape to be around the public eye, so I turned my car into a pizzeria. Desperate times, call for desperate measures.

As I ate, I contemplated what the noise could have been and what we might find when we got back to the house. My horror story imagination told me that someone had some how gotten into the house while I was out running errands earlier, and they had been hiding upstairs waiting for the perfect time to attack. My supernatural mind had decided that it was a ghost walking across the floor. My rational mind was certain that it was just the house popping and cracking.

I was deep in thought when my phone rang and scared the pee out of me. It was Josh calling. He saw my texts and the five million phone calls, and wanted to know what was going on.

“Josh, I heard noises coming from upstairs. It was probably boards popping, that would be rational. But, I swear to you it sounded like footsteps. I’ve heard a lot of boards popping in my life time, but I’ve never heard them pop in succession across the floor. I can’t go back there alone.”

“I heard the same thing a few times while you guys were out of town! Scared the sh$! out of me. I thought I had lost my mind. I’ll be done soon, and we’ll go check it out.”

Josh finally got off at midnight. I followed him home hoping that he had something in his car that he could use as a weapon as he entered the house. We pulled up and got out of our cars. Josh was unarmed. I asked him if he should find a weapon, and he said he would go in bare handed this time, but last time he investigated with a knife.

While he investigated, I waited on the front steps. He checked the entire house: garage, closets, cabinets, under beds, play houses, corners, everywhere. When he called to tell me the coast was clear, I ran straight for the bathroom. It had been hours since I left the house, and even longer since I peed. Sweet relief. Not only was my bladder happy, but my house was free of intruders. My supernatural mind and rational mind discussed who was right for awhile. I had to step in and declare my rational mind the winner. Not because I was for sure she was right, but because I needed to sleep and the only way that was going to happen was if rational mind was right.

A few days later, Moanna informed me that she sees ghosts in our house!!! I swear to you that no one told her about my incident, and I made sure not to speak of it anywhere near her. Moanna brought this up in a casual oh-by-the-way manner in passing conversation. She wasn’t afraid of the ghost(s), and didn’t have much to say about them. I was too freaked out to ask her any details about said ghost(s). Instead I just smiled and nodded. Why is it that a few days after I hear someone walking around in my house, that my daughter is now seeing ghosts? I need answers please. Now. Creepy, creepy, creepy.

I’m still allowing my rational mind to win. The boards in the house are popping because the weather is changing, and Moanna has a vivid imagination. Plane and simple.

In addition to the alleged ghosts, Moanna had a snake nightmare the other night. This was not a knock on the door, followed by, “Mommy I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?” type dream. Not at all. This was a wake up screaming at the top of her lungs and not fall back to sleep for over an hour type nightmare.

I was passed out in a deep sleep when the screams took place. I was so far out of it that I first thought the screams were from my dreams. When I became aware of reality, I shot up out of bed. My blood pressure dropped to the floor and pain ripped through my belly (this pregnancy pain occurs sometimes if I move to fast). I had to lean over the bed and breathe for a moment to keep from passing out. In the few seconds it took me to will my blood pressure to bounce back, Josh was already in her room. He was still awake and does not suffer from low blood pressure fits or pregnancy pains.

“MoMo! What’s wrong!?” He was in a panic.

“SNAKE!!!!!” This was in a shrieking horror movie voice.

“It’s OK. There are no snakes. It was a dream.”

Josh had the situation under control, so I took a few extra seconds to pull myself together and wrap myself around what had just happened. In a matter of seconds I went from being in a deep sleep, to waking up to my child screaming, to nearly passing out and not being able to rescue her, to knowing that Josh was taking care of her and her nightmare was over.

When I walked in Moanna’s room, she was sitting on Josh’s lap in the floor telling him about her nightmare. She was still a trembling and her face was bright red. She As soon as I asked her if she wanted to come sleep with me, she snapped out of it and perked right up. She hopped off Josh’s lap and told him to gather up her animals to bring to my bed. I thought she was past the snakes and would fall right to sleep, but for the next hour, Moanna woke me up every few minutes  just as I was drifting off to sleep to tell me that there were snakes in my room. I assured her over and over that there were no snakes; it was a really bad dream.

Finally, she asked to call Daddy. It was four in the morning, and everyone else in the family was awake, so why not Daddy. Steve answered the phone in a groggy and frightened state. I assured him that everything was OK, but that someone had a bad dream. He talked to her for a minute about her dream and suggested that we say a prayer and flip her pillow over. So, we did. And with in minutes she was out. Why can’t I be as brilliant as Daddy?

This is not the first snake dream Moanna has had. Moanna was less than two when she had her first snake dream. She woke up from her nap frantically crying, and talking about a snake being in her bed. HOW? How does a wee little person have snake dreams? She didn’t even know snakes were worth having bad dreams about. She barely knew that snakes went “sssss.”

We have foot steps, ghost spottings and snake dreams folks. I need someone to perform an exorcism, and please remove all of the snakes from Moanna’s room and dreams. I’m sure Esteban would be up for the challenge, he would probably buy the ghost a plane ticket and take it back with him to Costa Rica, but that would be an awfully long commute for Loco Esteban.

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