Doppleganger in my House

This happened to me a little less than a year ago now, but first let me set the stage:

My name is Amber. I am a 29 year old single mother, currently residing in Tennessee. living with me are my now 7 year old son, my elderly disabled mother, and at the time of this occurrence my cousin was sleeping on our couch. Here’s the fun thing about my family: we ALL know that the paranormal is real. My mother was trained as a Shaman, my dad used to do energy work, and my cousin and I are Pagan and were raised, or rather trained, to deal with things that most people refuse to believe exist. Have you seen the show “Supernatural”? Well, one reason we love it in my family is because they tend to get the lore, and the “how to fight this beastie” stuff, pretty close to accurate, and my cousin and I especially love it because it is about as close as mainstream media is likely to ever come to showing how we were raised.

Now, he and I actually didn’t meet until high-school, and didn’t know we were related for a long time. He just became friends with my older brother, and became a part of our family, and THEN we realized we have common blood. small world, right? anyway, we grew up separately, but our families both raised us in much the same way. We each grew up in a relatively stable home, not a massive amount of moving around like the boys on the show, but were taught to study as much lore, on as many creatures and spirits, as we could find. As a result, although we don’t usually drive far to investigate paranormal happenings, when something DOES happen near us, or near our friends, we can usually figure out what it is, if it’s dangerous, and if so how to get it gone, without much trouble.

now, on to the actual story.

about a year ago, my cousin showed back up after having basically fallen off the face of the earth several years ago. he was now working doing private security in town, and our house was closer than his own to his current posts, so he asked if he could stay with us for a while, and we agreed. One night I was trying to sleep, and I overheard a conversation between him and my mom coming from the other end of the house in the middle of the night. I could hear what they were talking about, but since I missed the start of the conversation it didn’t really make sense. I remember hearing my mom’s voice ask a question that I couldn’t understand from so far away, and hearing my cousin respond with a sentence that ended with “at least this is plastic”. I assumed from the tones of the voices that my mother had found my e-cigarette on my desk (I may be an adult, but I didn’t want to deal with the confrontation bound to occur if she found out I was vaping), and that my cousin was sticking up for my right to do so.

I didn’t want to deal with it right then, I was tired, so I decided to deal with it the next day. my mother had been sick for a while, but it wasn’t getting better, so the next day she went to the ER by ambulance, and was admitted to the hospital. she was gone the entire day, so I knew I wasn’t going to get shit from her for vaping at least until she got back. I wanted to get it over with, but I also didn’t want to bring it up myself, in case I had misunderstood and they had been talking about something entirely different. so once she was gone, I asked my cousin “Hey, what were you guys talking about last night?” He looked at me kind of funny and asked what I was talking about. I told him “I overhead the ‘at least this is plastic’ part. did she see my e-cig?” At which point he told me that no such conversation had taken place. In fact, he didn’t remember talking to her at all the night before.

Ok, strange, but not overly so. After all, he might just not remember, or I could have possibly been hearing things, right? Even though I was sure that wasn’t the case, I brushed it off. No biggie.

However, that day I had my son raking the leaves in the yard. I didn’t expect him to do a perfect job of it, after all he was only 6 at the time, but he needed the practice, and I needed the help since I have a bad back and raking is almost impossible for me anymore. And while he’s raking he asks me for some tea. Not cold super sweet lipton, like most people down here tend to drink. No, in my family we like REAL tea. HOT tea. Especially in the fall and winter. He’s working hard, so I tell him sure, keep raking and I’ll make you some tea. I go in, boil the kettle, pull out a tea bag from the box he enjoys the most, etc. etc. I get the tea steeped, sweetened, and pull the tea bag out, but the tea is still pretty hot, and he’s got a sensitive little mouth. so I go set the mug on the wooden railing of our front porch, and yell out to him that it’s still too hot, so give it a couple of minutes before he goes to drink it, and I go back inside and to the back room where I was working on cleaning. now, through all of this my cousin was taking a nap on the sofa in the living room, which is where the front door enters. There are a bunch of windows in the wall across from the sofa, that are all grouped together to make one large super window that looks out onto the front porch and yard. my cousin did not hear me come inside, somehow, but his text alert went off on his phone a few minutes later, waking him. He sat up, and was fully awake texting back and forth with the person who woke him, when he looked out the front window and saw me standing there on the porch. He says he saw me dip my finger in my son’s tea mug on the railing as if I were testing the temperature. So it greatly surprised him when, just a minute later, my son comes inside yelling for me, asking me if his tea is cool enough, and I answered from the back room I had already been in

When I answered from back there, he asked if I had come in the back door, to which I said “no”. Then he asked how long I’d been back there, and started to be visibly agitated when I told him I’d been there a good 10 minutes or so. He told me there was something in the house, and told me what he’d seen on the porch just a minute earlier, and we put it together with what I’d heard the night before. His voice and my mothers, having a conversation that never happened. At least not between the real them. I keep an EMF detector app on my phone, and have tested it under controlled circumstances, so I know that it’s accurate enough for what I do with it. I pulled it up, and we went through the house, looking for spikes. Basically, hunting for where my wards on the property were breached. We finally got a spike with no electronics or wiring near enough to cause it, as well as a cold spot, right in the middle of my mothers bedroom.

This is where things got fun, because my son had never seen me banish anything before. People think dealing with spirits has to be all formal and precise, done exactly this one way and no other. I’m here to tell you, that ain’t true. The main things you have to get right are the intent, the faith, and the power behind the words to make whatever it is believe what you say. And by “faith”, I don’t necessarily mean religion, but you have to believe that what you’re doing will work. Faith in yourself can be faith enough to get rid of a lot of stuff, at least if you’re not dealing with anything too powerful. So, I stood where the breach had happened, and at the very top of my lungs shouted:

“OI! FUCKTARD! You think you can come into MY HOUSE, and fuck with MY PEOPLE?! Oh HEEEELLLLLL NO! You’re going to leave, right now, and you’re going to stay gone, or so help me, by ALL the Gods, I will FUCK. YOUR SHIT. UP!”

The funny thing is, if you’re sensitive to such things, you can actually feel when they leave. This one left in a hurry. And, of course, I immediately smudged the entire house (using sage I had lit from my third gen. Brigid’s flame candles), and smudged all of the occupants including our pets, and then re-did the warding on my house and land, including sprinkling salt around the perimeter. This was the first time I’ve ever had to deal with a doppelganger, but all in all it was far from the worst thing I’ve ever run up against. We managed to get it gone before it did any harm, so I call this one a win.

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