A friend of my Grandmother invited us for brunch. I thought, "Oh great, a smelly old lady and her cat, how fun!.". At the time, I wasn't sure why she invited me as well, but I took time away from my Agency to go.
Driving to my Grandmothers house is all highway, so I made it there in twenty minutes.
My Grandmother reminded everyone of a tiny version of Mrs. Santa Claus. She had a jolly and loving nature, and this is where I learned much about compassion.
The house we were going to visit was built in the 1950's. "Cora" had lived there since the beginning, and she planned to die there. Her husband, "Mike"-had passed away a few years earlier. He had had a long illness, and died in the back room of the house.
I prayed I wouldn't be seeing him around the house. Cora missed him terrribly, and showered tremendous affection upon "Mr. Stinky", her ten year old pet cat. This was an appropriate name for the cat!. He had a gassy output WORSE than any living being should be able to create. This 16lb cat-could clear a room! I am talking about gagging reflex, and a stampede for the nearest exit-that's how bad it was.
No, I wasn't thrilled with the thought of breaking bread near a cat breaking wind.
Gathering up my courage to go, I picked up my Grandmother. I towered over my barely there, just under five foot Granny. She was small and plump-to my tall and skinny. Every time I saw her, my heart filled with happiness. She had a way of making one feel so loved, and I knew she loved me. This is why I didn't make up an excuse not go with her to Coras home. I would do anything for my Grandmother, even put up with "Mr. Stinky" for a while.
We drove up to Coras home, and there she was-standing in the doorway. Guess who was held up in her arms? The infamous "Mr. Stinky" himself. He looked annoyed, and I knew that wasn't a good sign. It would be hard to choke down a meal with that icky cat around.
Oh well, I would do my best, but I couldn't help sneaking a peek at my watch. We plodded up the pathway, with my Grandmother in the lead. I stood silent as the pleasantries were spoken, but I smiled my best smile.
We entered the old place, and it was as I suspected, dirty and unkempt. Cora was old, and she didn't see as good as in the past. The dust was thick, and I found my eyes were tearing up. The allergies were flaring with all the mess, and I caught a whiff of the kitty box. It was quite unpleasant, but I kept on smiling.
Within ten minutes or so, we were sitting at the dining room table, and I listened to husband stories, and travel memories, etc etc. Until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.
Then there were the fleeting glimpses of Coras husband, "Mike". He stood next to me a couple of times, and I caught him looking down my blouse. A dirty glance later, I saw him move away and stand next to my Grandmother.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing!. That old geezer Ghost, was trying to touch my Grandmothers oversized bust!. I cleared my throat quite loudly, and I saw him look over at me. I gave him one of my death-to-you if you try it-expressions (of course, it's kind of funny when you think about it. The guy is already... Deceased). He faded away, but I knew he was lurking in the shadows nearby, I could feel him... That nasty little pervert!.
He didn't show himself again during the meal, so I excused myself and went to the restroom. I cringed upon entering the door. It was in deep need of a cleaning, but when you gotta go... You gotta go. Sitting there, one never finds one self in a more vulnerable situation, am I right?...Well, "Mike" appeared, while I was sitting there!...
He was trying to peer beneath my lap, and I can imagine what he was trying to view. This made me really mad, and I said in a hissed whisper,...
"Get the Hell OUT of here, you Perverted B*****d...GET OUT! AND STAY OUT!..." (sorry, I don't cuss if I can get my point across in other ways).
He looked shocked at my venomous words, but he left, poof-GONE!. I had to gather my composure before leaving the bathroom. I was shaking with anger, and I knew there was much this Soul still had to learn. He wouldn't be helped by me at this time, of this, I was sure...
The entity never showed himself to me the rest of the visit, and I hurried my Grandmother out of there.
Cora died a few weeks later, and the house burned down a year after. Luckily, no one else was ever subjected (I hope) to the Perverted actions of the disgusting, "Mike"...Ahh, yes, the proverbial
DIRTY OLD MAN... Even DEATH couldn't curb his actions, how sad...
Oh, and I don't know what became of "Mr.Stinky"...