The Pumpkin Man

Meredith Perenais’s Journal

April 23, 1981

Sometimes I feel like I’ve lived most of my life under a rock. There are so many things that I’m learning here: How the world really works. The difference between a wish and a dream—and a curse and a hex. The library George’s family has amassed is fascinating and helping me understand. He won’t talk about any of it, though.

Animal totems and their powers are one thing I’ve focused on. I have always hated snakes, but if you need the ability to slip into places unseen, theirs is the strength to court. And, who knew that bats are the true guardians of the dark way? A bat can open the door to the spirit world or keep it closed. With a bat as your familiar—ha, I can’t even believe I wrote that—you can gain so much protection . . . and entree.

I wish that I could have known George’s family instead of trying to pick up their wisdom from the things they left behind. Still, this house is rich with history. Rich with the invisible. I know they’ve been here with me these past months and years, guiding me to this point. Opening the way.

Today I nailed a bat to the doorway into the basement. I placed a warding spell on it that will protect whoever sleeps in this room. It’s a simple thing, a simple spell. But it will ease my mind as I try to sleep. I won’t have to worry about the things in the walls. I won’t have to worry about losing my George. In the end, it’s all about protecting those that you hold dear, isn’t it? In any way you can.

I never thought that I would do anything like this . . . but there are some things that a woman has to do to protect what she loves. No matter what.