In My Own Moccasins by Helen Knott

Author:Helen Knott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: University of Regina Press
Published: 2019-06-07T16:26:09+00:00

I was seventeen, and after a weekend of drinking, I lay in my basement bedroom trying to calm my body down enough to sleep. Reality cut in and out. I tossed and turned and then I heard a voice calling to me.

“Helen . . .” It came from inside my head but somewhere else at the same time.

The voice got louder.

“Helen . . .”

My body felt paralyzed. I feared whatever belonged to this voice. To describe it I can only say I felt as though my spirit was being moved from my body forcefully, as if it was being sucked upwards, and I knew that whatever this thing was, it wanted to take over my body or take my spirit. Neither result being one that I wanted, I thrashed inside my body and it was much like I was being held down by invisible restraints.

Then I began to pray. I prayed fiercely and screamed out, “Jesus, help me!” The feeling stopped. My spirit returned to my body and I could move my quivering limbs again. It took me a few minutes to muster up the courage to move. When I finally did, I bolted upstairs and jumped into bed with my mother. I gave thanks for the safety of her embrace and I cried.

Maybe it was the side effects of withdrawing from alcohol. That is what I tried to convince myself. But I’ve always been aware of a darkness that lurks within addiction. My one auntie told me that she stopped drinking as a teenager. Once she saw a dark presence in a bar. She watched it hover over a man and after he drank enough drinks to get drunk it disappeared into him. Hell, I don’t know if it was a story she told me just to keep me sober but I believed her. Still, it wasn’t enough to keep me away from the drink.

I’ve heard similar stories of bad spirits influencing. My dad tells a story about a man in a white Cadillac. He says the man picked up two of my hitchhiking relatives in the middle of the night. This man seemed to know all about them and told them they could have what they wanted. To one man, this stranger promised that he would get his kids back. He promised that they would not be taken from him again. To the other he promised that he could be drunk every day for the rest of his life. He told him that he would never go without liquor again. The man told them he only wanted one thing from them. He never mentioned what that one thing was.

Dude was definitely after some souls that night.

After he sufficiently freaked the fuck out of the both of them, he dropped them off in town at a gas station. As they walked away from the gleaming Cadillac, they glanced back. But there was nothing there. The white car and strange man had disappeared completely.

It woke them up. The one who was promised liquor smartened his ass up shortly after that.

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