On the evening of May 9th, 2011 after our usual coven meeting two of my coven mates and I were talking as we walked toward my front door from my dining room where we hold our meetings and what I consider to the magickal apex of our sacred space. As we paused in my living room one of the women who was standing closest to the front door, glanced at the television, which is in the living room. The other woman was standing near her between the staircase and the back of the sofa, which is parallel to the television. I stood next to her. On the television screen was the description of a documentary on Jesus Christ that I had watched earlier in the day on Netflix and the woman standing nearest the front door commented on it. As I went to respond to her something caught my eye and I glanced at the stairs. The other woman turned her head following my gaze. We both turned back catching each other’s eyes.
I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.
I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.
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