Reincarnation: A Fictional Narrative

Denise hesitated. “If that’s what you want. I know today has been stressful, but I have something else I would like to discuss with you.”
Puzzled but inquisitive, Casey said, “Okay. It can’t be worse than what I’ve already gone through today.”
“You’ve heard of reincarnation?” Denise asked.
“I have. Not through personal experience.”
“Are you sure? Have you ever considered the possibility that you might have lived before?”
“Me? Not possible. Wait. You think I’ve...”
Fiona jumped in, “Darlin’ from the moment I met you I’ve felt the same thing.”
Denise added, “Your eyes hold a very old soul. I believe you’ve had many lives. I also think you’ve been here before.”
“Of course, I have. I came here when I was nine.”
“No before that. This house remembers …show more content…

Wouldn’t I know if I’ve lived before?”
“Most people don’t. Children sometimes do. They are more open to remembering memories of people and events from a previous life, even how they died. Others close themselves off and never know. If you like, I can connect you with someone I’ve worked with in the past. He is a psychologist who specializes in regression therapy. His office is in Atlanta. After you meet with him, you’ll know if you’ve lived before. Do you want me to call for an appointment?”
Casey paced across the room and stood in front of the fire to warm her hands that suddenly felt chilled. She turned around to face Fiona and Denise and with a sigh gave her answer. “I’ve come this far, why not.”
“Good, I’ll call when I get home. He’s a busy man with patients all around the world. Our friendship might help to get you an appointment sooner than most. I’ll let you know what I find …show more content…

“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.” Remembering her manners, she added, “Please. It’s time for you to move on. Do you see a bright light anywhere? If you do, you need to walk into the light. Your loved ones are waiting for you.”
Casey realized how ridiculous she sounded, talking to the walls. “Really, walk into the light? You watch way too much television. Evil ghosts don’t go to the light. They go to the dark place. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that.”
Tonight was not the night to do this. She didn’t have a clue what to do. That was Denise’s area of expertise. What if I’m making the situation worse?
Following Swayze’s path, she ran down the stairs and into the study. After turning on all the lights, Casey curled up on the sofa, holding the pillows close to her chest as a barrier of protection. She couldn’t wait until Denise returned to dispel this evil spirit to the afterlife once and for all.
Switching the television on to fill the evil silence with noise, she decided to watch a comedy. That should help to lessen her distress. Laughter is always good medicine, or so she had heard and hoped it would work tonight.
She hated being alone knowing she wasn’t really alone and kept a vigil on the sofa all night, only falling asleep once dawn