As the thunder boomed high in the sky, the rain thundered down onto the creeky porch.

I was staring out into the rain from inside. We were staying in my cousins house when he was gone, we were housesitting.

Usually events like this were uncommon, specially for Jorge.

We just had to feed the dogs and gecko. That was it. But of course, live was not that easy.

On one afternoon, I woke up from my bed to see the name Barthalamu, Barthalamu, Barthalamu. It was written all over the walls or in a better way of putting it, clawed. And yet my cousin never mentioned him.

When I go to take a picture of it the words weren’t on the camera and nor were they on the wall anymore.

“Ding Dong” goes the door bell

I was the one who opened the door to see a tall, dark pale grandma arching over me.

“Can I help you?” I ask her

Before she can respond I hear

“John, who are you talking to?” From my mother behind me, standing in the hallway behind the door.

I look back at mother, then at the grandma, how can mother not see her?

In that moment two things were in my mind, one was why can’t mother see her and two, was were was this old lady’s shadow?