Aw, ha! That's one of those things that sounds cute on the surface, but nobody really wants a house clinging to their ankles, or tantruming when you leave.
This corner of the pines + salt marsh already has a certain unpleasant vibe about it, and its influence is reflected in a lot of the lives here (many of our neighbors are kind, but there is a disproportionate amount of misfortune). I can't say where it started, but it seems to be a vicious circle. When I got a long distance reading from Baba Sabu, he picked it up as well--the first thing he said after his (thankfully good-humored) remarks about how it was a bad idea to drop in on my guardians unannounced was that I appeared to be "surrounded by darkness/negative forces" and my spouse and I needed to stick together.
This house was occupied by my husband's father (who also died here). He was a sunuvabitch. When my husband was still a child, he tried to beat him to death with a shovel, for "standing in his light." This is not the worst or only horrible thing he'd done. He alternately charmed and terrorized his way through life. The place is just oozing with malice and bad memories. We've been fixing the place up, despite it's determination to rot and collapse around our ears. I tried to make a friends, it didn't work (House promptly dropped a board on my head. I cussed up a storm and brought myself some sage and kosher salt and a few other goodies, and systematically smudged it from attic space to crawl space and it backed off for a bit). But I wouldn't try properly exorcising it with 2 out of 3 adult residents being part of the problem, and now I'm basically at the point of thinking that fire and sowing the ground with salt would not be a bad plan. We were not thrilled to come back here. =\
OTOH, it'll be interesting to see what tricks we can pull off the day we get out of here and start operations without the weight of this place on our heads.
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This corner of the pines + salt marsh already has a certain unpleasant vibe about it, and its influence is reflected in a lot of the lives here (many of our neighbors are kind, but there is a disproportionate amount of misfortune). I can't say where it started, but it seems to be a vicious circle. When I got a long distance reading from Baba Sabu, he picked it up as well--the first thing he said after his (thankfully good-humored) remarks about how it was a bad idea to drop in on my guardians unannounced was that I appeared to be "surrounded by darkness/negative forces" and my spouse and I needed to stick together.
This house was occupied by my husband's father (who also died here). He was a sunuvabitch. When my husband was still a child, he tried to beat him to death with a shovel, for "standing in his light." This is not the worst or only horrible thing he'd done. He alternately charmed and terrorized his way through life. The place is just oozing with malice and bad memories. We've been fixing the place up, despite it's determination to rot and collapse around our ears. I tried to make a friends, it didn't work (House promptly dropped a board on my head. I cussed up a storm and brought myself some sage and kosher salt and a few other goodies, and systematically smudged it from attic space to crawl space and it backed off for a bit). But I wouldn't try properly exorcising it with 2 out of 3 adult residents being part of the problem, and now I'm basically at the point of thinking that fire and sowing the ground with salt would not be a bad plan. We were not thrilled to come back here. =\
OTOH, it'll be interesting to see what tricks we can pull off the day we get out of here and start operations without the weight of this place on our heads.