gateways being opened in your front room...

So we made it through the christmas in one piece, just about. Thank god its all over for another year and we can go back to things being normal, well, sortof normal.

As normal as life gets with a 15 year old in your life. She was down in her friend's for a couple of days and it was great to get the break. You don't realise how much time
they take up until they're gone and then you have suddenly loads of spare time on your hands. She got loads of presents over the christmas from everyone, including Mammy 2's
family which I was amazed by. Sometimes they surprise me!

She got clothes vouchers and this involved heading to that horrible shop Asha. Its black, black and more black with a hint of black. She got a long dress and finally school shoes. They have
about a 10 inch heel on them and I look like I have the Angel of Death on my shoulder when she's all dressed up in that garb. Her latest look is punk apparently. The day we were due to head
down and visit the relatives and Mam's grave, she arrives out looking like something off a retro 70's video. Red plaid skirt, red and black tie over a black corset, tights with hand made rips no less
and as always her black docs. The sister , who was home from Holland with the boyfriend nearly had heart failure and uttered the immortal lines " You're not wearing that down are you?" Myself and
Mammy 2 hid in the wardrobe and waited for all hell to break loose. It didn't, but there was a lot of mutterings under her breath.

She was back from Athlone yesterday and it was good to hear her voice scream for tea from the room. All was going well, until at around 12.15 I asked her to get off the phone to her mate D and
get ready for bed. In a very serious voice, she yelled back through the door that she couldn't get off the phone, it was a vitally important phone call. D thought that they were being haunted by someone?
I told her she had 10 minutes - and then the fun started. I was just getting into bed thinking all was well, when I heard a scream and the kid was calling for me. Herself and her mate have been sending each other voice messages, some new thingy with her phone and in one of them , whatever happened with it, but D's voice didn't come out and some scary voice did. Yes, scary voice.
She was convinced that they were being chased by some demon? Or it could have been Mam. All of this was being delivered while Mammy 2 was choking on her laughter in the next room. I calmly asked why Mam would be intercepting voice messages between her and D and got a look. One of those 'you will die screaming' looks that she seems to reserve for us Mammies.

So, she wanted to sleep in with us as she felt a presence in the room.

I set up the bed in our room and waited for her to get ready. In the meantime she's shouting out from the bathoom that it would have something to do with one of her rituals that she does. She is into Wicca and all that stuff so she does rituals every so often.
She mentioned something about maybe something went wrong and she opened a gateway. At this stage, I thought Mammy 2 was going to fall out of the bed with laughter. I tried to maintain a serious conversational voice saying that I didn't really like the idea of gateways being opened in the house and were we now living on a hellmouth like Buffy? She paused in the brushing of her teeth, probably to roll her eyes.

She also mentioned the fact that she had woken up once in her room and felt a dark presense in her room and swore that she heard it laughing malevolently. Mammy 2 explained to me that this wasn't good laughter. Every now and then dark shadows would also appear in her room. Judging the amount of posters she has in her room, I'm suprised there's not more dark voices.
Herself and D were txting each other about scary voices and apparently D's reflection was changing. Into, wait for this, an evil form. I advised her to tell D not to look in the mirror and to go to bed with a crufix and some holy water.

More glares followed.

"We're not christians"

Pentacles were being charged and she advised D to stay away from mirrors. It was getting very serious. I asked her what we were going to do with the gateways in the house and she mentioned purifying her room the following morning and hoping that would work. She was still annoyed that we weren't taking her possesion or whatever it was seriously. Mammy 2 suggested the two of us pretending to be dead when she came in from the bathroom but I didn't think she'd see the humour in that.

While it was hard to take her seriously, while talking of pentacles and evil forms, I did feel sorry for her as she was geuninely scared. At the same time I was pondering how one could accidently open a gateway to hell or whatever it was? Did you knock over a candle or something and voila, you have two dark presences in the room. While I don't know much about wicca, I cannot see how the rituals she does, which are supposed to be a celebration would entice evil spirits or whatever it was. I would swear it was a static in the voice message, but suggesting that may bring a malevolent curse onto me.

She's talking to heading to Athlone for the rest of her holidays. I'm not going to get excited until she texts us telling us she's on the train!