My Mother And I Moved To A House In Georgia And That’s When Things Got Out Of Control
By Philip Hines
PRESENT DAY
My mother and I never went back, leaving Savannah and the house as it was. That was nearly six months ago. We left all of our belongings and our old lives there. We both had a chance at a brand new start, a brand new life.
We moved to California, to a larger city with history less haunted than Savannah. My mom finally understood what I had been going through, and she never took me to a psychiatrist again, although we did start seeing a family counselor almost immediately after we arrived in Los Angeles.
I stopped seeing things. I still feel them, however, but I think we all do. I don’t think there’s any way around it, honestly. There is a little part of us that is sensitive enough to understand that life is not just about the living and the dead. There is somewhere in-between where we stop along the way. Some of us are just more sensitive than others. And some of us stay just a little longer too.