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Not a creature was stirring...

"Not a creature was stirring..." by Terrie M. Scott, November 18, 2013

Terrie M ScottHey everyone. I've been sick for a few weeks now and still fighting the flu. But, I wanted to share this with you.

A few days ago, Tim had to go to the Rectory after work to clean it for a group coming the following day. He called me on his way there to let me know he was on his way. He does this to give me a head's up since we FaceTime each other when he gets there. A crude but effective way of him not being in the Rectory by himself.

Anyway, he arrived at the Rectory and was perfectly fine on the drive over. Even told me my kitty was on the back porch waiting for food. He FaceTimed me while he was standing on the back porch. So I was with him as he opened the back door and stepped inside. I heard the familiar creek of the back door and saw Tim flip on the light inside and walk into the kitchen and turn on that light. First thing he always does is feed the homeless kitties for me, so he set the phone down and grabbed the cat food. A few seconds later, he was back inside and picked up his cell phone again. 

He said he was going to start cleaning now. Then, he spun around and looked toward the living room. Asked me if I "heard that..." “Heard what?” I asked.

He said he heard a shuffling behind him and before I could respond, the phone disconnected.

I waited for Tim to call me back. He didn't. So, I called him back. No answer. If you read my blogs, you KNOW we don't stay there without being on the phone with each other. Some of you come and the night is quiet, but the Rectory knows Tim and I are the ones that came in there and disturbed its slumber with renovations.

Here I am, an hour away in my home, staring at my cell phone. It was about 9:40pm. My phone was silent. Tim didn't call me back. I figured he was investigating where the sound had come from. But, why was he taking so long to call me back?

I call him again. And, again. And, again... No answer.

I could feel the anxiety inside me trigger, but it was not full blown panic. It had only been a few minutes. Worst case scenario, Tim's phone had possibly died and he could charge it from his car phone charger when he was done cleaning... a MAX of 30 minutes.

An hour passed. Nothing from Tim. I tried calling again. Nothing. The phone just rang and rang and rang.

I ran through the scenarios in my head. Phone dead and for whatever reason he was still inside cleaning. Well, there was no other scenario, not a logical one anyway. Was he okay? We've done this dozens of times, so I opted for some sort of phone issue.

So I waited. Trying to not get overly concerned. 90 minutes passed. Certainly he was finished inside by now? No phone call, nothing. I tried his cell again. Nothing. I was lying in bed, coughing and sniffling from the flu, but more coherent than I'd been in days because Tim just went silent.

Two hours. Nothing. Next scenario? Okay, I thought to myself, Tim must have finished. His phone is dead and his car charger is not working. These things do happen. He'd talk to me when he got home. He had an hour drive to get home. So I forced myself to just embrace the logic and relax.

Midnight came and went. Still no word from Tim. Still no sign of Tim.

I got out of bed and booted up my laptop. We have GPS tracking on our phones, for my safety so he always knows where I am. I logged into the software and was surprised to see that according to the GPS locator?

Tim was STILL at the Rectory.

What the heck?? NOW I was REALLY concerned. Against my better judgment, because the flu meds from the doctor made me groggy, I got up, grabbed water and put on my shoes and headed to the Rectory in my doggie PJ's, with a sweatshirt on. It was about 35 degrees outside.

I kind of went in action mode, when that spidey sense tells you something is terribly wrong. Don't THINK just ACT. I had barely been out of bed in three weeks and here I was DRIVING to the Rectory at 12:30am looking for Tim.

Maybe he fell and got hurt? Maybe... Seriously? It had been three freaking hours!!! Have you ever been so worried that you don't remember driving? That was me. I don't even remember driving but I was... I thought in passing that I hoped I didn't have a flat, because here I was in my PJ's.

My anxiety grew as I finally made it to River Road down by the Ohio River. What was I going to find when I got there? Was I in any danger? Was Tim okay?

I turned right onto Steiner street and slowed to pull into the driveway. Tim had driven a pickup from work that day and it was still parked in the driveway.

The weirdest feeling came over me. Like a game of cat and mouse. It had taken me an hour to drive there and it was now well past 1am. I didn't see any lights on inside. NOT ONE.

I stood by my car for a second, just staring up at the Rectory, wondering what little game it was playing now.

“Be brave, Terrie,” I said to myself. I slowly walked through the chain link fence onto the back porch. As I approached the back door, I could see that it was open about 2 feet.

What the heck? Why is the back door open? I stepped closer and could also see it was pitch black inside. There were NO lights on inside. Where was Tim?

I just froze at the back door for a few seconds, stood to the side and pushed the door open with my hand. Nothing but total darkness inside.

I called out, “Tim?” Still standing safely outside.

Peering into the darkness, I still saw nothing. But, called out again, this time louder, “TIM???!!!”

Still nothing. I swore under my breath. “Come on in, Terrie,” I could feel the Rectory beckoning me in.

I stepped inside, with the safety of the outdoors still at my back and called into the darkness again. No reply. I took a few steps in and felt in the dark for the switch on the wall to turn on the hallway light. Finally, a light in dark places.

There was not a sound. Nothing. “Okay, great Terrie. Now what? Hide and seek in the Rectory?” I said to myself.

I took a left into the kitchen and flipped on that light. There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary. I called out again. No reply. I turned around and walked across the hallway into the living room.

Then I saw him - by the dim glow of the nightlight plugged into the baseboard power outlet. Tim was sitting in the chair by the fireplace.

I didn't even turn on the light. I just stood in the doorway, processing, kind of startled and surprised. He wasn't even moving, just sitting, perfectly still.

I knew it was him, right? But it wasn't him. In some freaky Mexican standoff, I just stood there in the doorway. My own personal safety overriding everything else at this point. Don't go near him... my instincts told me.

He knew I was standing there, I was standing in the doorway with the hallway light on above me.

How to proceed? Don't state the obvious, you'd have to be there to know how you'd react. My self preservation told me to keep a safe distance. If I'm going to square off with something dark, I need my wits.

He didn't even move a muscle. And, his eyes were wide open. I'm not stupid. Something was wrong.

I took a deep breath and spoke to him, “Tim? What are you doing?”

He didn't answer.

“I drove all the way over here to check on you. I'm sick and have the flu. I shouldn't even be out of bed. What's going on? Let's get out of here, okay?”

He still had not moved a muscle, not even moved his head. But, finally he spoke, “Then get the f*** out of here.”

With those words he rose, turned right into the parlor and across the room and I could hear him walking up the main staircase.

I'm fairly certain my mouth dropped open. That was not the response I was expecting. And, he stood up almost robotic like, walking through the darkness to go upstairs. I actually shuddered. Now I was in full panic mode. I reached down to my chest, I wasn't wearing my cross. I had left it on my dresser at home.

I could feel my hands trembling. Where had he gone? What should I do? What was going on? I didn't hear a sound upstairs. No footsteps, no bed creaking, no chair moving. Nothing.

I turned my flashlight on from my cell phone and walked quickly to the end of the foyer and flipped on the light at that end of the Rectory. I put my hand on the staircase banister and just looked upstairs. Flipped on the light at the bottom of the stairs but the light at the top of the staircase did not come on and Tim did not turn on any lights when he went upstairs.

Really? I mean REALLY?????? I shined my light up the staircase. There was an eerie silence in the place. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse and all that creepy stuff. I must have stood at the bottom a few minutes contemplating my next move.

Tim was not Tim. Daaa. I didn't want to become a victim. He could overpower me even when he was himself, despite any Army training I've had. He sure as hell could overpower me when he was being controlled or manipulated by something else. Shocking how all too familiar this stuff has become.

I called up the stairs again, more for my benefit than for his. “Tim, please?” I pleaded. “I really don't feel well. Can we go? Please?”

Not a damn sound. Not one word. I felt a sudden oppression hit me, pushing me to go upstairs, almost suffocating. I closed my eyes momentarily and prayed.

Please God, help me.

Panic turned to terror. I took my first step up the stairs. Shining my light as I went. I had no idea WHERE he had went.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want... I took another step...

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Another step.

A deep breath, and this time I spoke out loud, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”

I took another step closer to the top.

I continued Psalm 23 to myself.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Then, I stepped onto the landing at the top.

Showtime.

In my head, my years of Tolkien popped into my head... “Gandalf, left or right?”

I went left, being a leftie it was the natural choice. I shined my lights in the room, no Tim. I walked through rather briskly into the small priest room, no Tim. Crossed the hall into the prayer room, no Tim. Up the hall and the creepy room was to my right.

There he was, sitting in the dark again.

“Ready to go?” I asked. He ignored me. “Can you give me a hand please? I think my car is acting up, it was doing some weird lurching thing when I drove over here and I'm afraid it will break down on the drive back.” (I lied, but Tim helps me so I was appealing to that protector mode).

He actually turned his head to look at me, but didn't say anything. I just kept talking, “Yeah, it was like not shifting into the next gear or something and then when I'd press on the accelerator it wasn't going any faster. Can you drive it home and I'll drive the pickup instead?”

He just kind of blinked at me, like he was confused for a minute. “What's wrong with your car?” he asked.

Progress. I explained to him again. “Yeah, it's driving really weird. Something's wrong with it.”

He said, “But, I just got here. I have to clean up. What are you doing here?”

I said, “Um, Tim? You've been here over four hours.”

You could see the confusion in his face. The disbelief. I knew I had to get him out of there. “What?” he asked.

“Yeah, you've been here over four hours. Come on let's get outta here, okay? Let's go take a look at my car and see what's wrong with it.”

“Four hours?” he asked.

“Yeah, come on.” I motioned for him to follow me. He got up slowly and followed me back down the stairs.

I was totally playing it cool. No reason to sound off any alarms. Just act like nothing happened. I was acting perfectly normal. I just had to get him out of the building.

I started talking about my car again. Just rambling about how I knew nothing about cars and really needed his help. He was ZONED OUT, know what I mean? But he was starting to come around. Almost in a daze. Talking slowly but at least he was talking.

I wasn't hanging around for a chat about his behavior. I just wanted us both outside. I opened the back door and turned off the hallway light and stepped onto the back porch waiting for him to follow.

He stepped out behind me and I closed the door behind him. All the time, I was still rambling about my car. He looked at me oddly and said, “Why are you in your pajamas?”

I said, “I was worried about you.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because you've been here for four hours and were not answering your phone.”

He kind of hesitated for a moment and looked back at the door like he might actually go back inside. But, I turned around and waved for him to follow, rambling on about my car again. I was still rambling about my car when we got to the driveway.

“Four hours?” he asked.

I said, “Yes, it's after 2am. You've been here since 9:30. Come on, let's go. We can talk about it later.”

I asked for his cell and plugged his phone into the charger. As I backed out of the driveway, he was still sitting in the car. I called his cell. He didn't pick up, so I flashed my lights to him. Still nothing. I jumped out and tapped on his window.

“Pick up,” I said, waving my cell at him.

This time I called and he answered. But, the entire car ride home, he barely said two words. I had a charming conversation by myself.

That's where things stand now. I remember Marcy Weibe telling me about this thing you do with sage and a white candle. I want to do that with Tim because something had him. And, I need to make sure whatever that was did not come home with him.

I wish he was stronger in his faith. He says he believes in God, but that's not good enough. If I have to explain it? And, I think Tim has been trying to communicate with his brother that passed away in August, which is a really REALLY bad idea.

I'm keeping a close eye on him. A very close eye on him.

I don't want whatever resides in the Rectory to use Tim as an instrument of some kind. Life's hard enough without having something like that mess with you.

Please keep us in your prayers.

Till next time.