So, last night I finally had the experience I have been waiting for:
I gathered up all my childhood paintings of her, and a yellow, plastic coat hanger. I hung them on the wall and called for her. She arrived. The room hummed. My paintings fluttered in her prescence.
We are on better terms.
It's sad to think my aunt is possessed; but the coffee stains on the table resemble her everyday.
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