Below is an excerpt from Haunted (Spiritus Series Book Two), where Becca undergoes hypnosis with Dr. Langdon and her revelations take her back into her past life...To the Battle of Corydon and beyond.
As intriguing as this glimpse into her fantasy was, it provided
no promise of a cure. I was still amazed by her level of detail, but it wasn’t getting us anywhere.
"All right Becca," I said. "I want you to imagine that your life is one big book and all of this that you see is just a single page in your life. When I tell you to, I want you to turn the page. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she mumbled.
I took a deep breath and crossed my fingers. I had no way of knowing what would be coming next. Part of me was excited, but another part of me was worried what would be unveiled. Somewhere in the midst of all this fantasy was the reality that drove her to this point.
"All right Becca," I commanded. "Turn the page."
Instantly her face changed and her expression darkened. Against her legs, her fingers drew into tight fists.
"They're coming," she whispered soft and low, her entire body beginning to tremble. I could hear the click of her teeth as they chattered together.
"Who is coming?" I asked, unable to believe her change in reaction.
I could see her stress and tension drawing her in tight, every vein and tendon bulging under her skin. Tears began to escape her eyes and slid down to wet her hair at the temples.
"The Army," she whispered. "They're coming. Where do I go? What do I do?"
I could hear the panic in her voice, making her sound so much younger than she actually was, and debated if I should awaken her or try to continue.
"Becca? Can you still hear me?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Where are you?" I asked, again not sure if what she was remembering was fantasy or reality.
Becca began to gasp for air, "I am at my home, but everyone tells me that I have to leave because the soldiers are coming, but I'm not sure what I should do... Tell me what to do... Tell me what to do...I don’t know what I should do…"
"Becca, calm down," I commanded, a bit alarmed by her intensity. I had never seen a patient react in such a physical way under hypnosis. "I need you to calm down and tell me what happened next."
At first I wasn't sure that she heard me, but gradually her breathing slowed almost to normal.
"Becca, where are you now?" I asked.
Her tiny fists drew smaller and her voice was barely audible.
"I'm at Cedar Glade," she said in a frightened whisper.
“What is Cedar Glade?”
“It’s the big house just outside of town.”
“Why are you there?”
"The entire town is here."
She began gasping again, "I can't breathe... There's too many people... Oh my God!"
Over and over, her entire body flinch in her hands went over her ears.
"Becca, what's happening?" I asked. "What do you see?"
"We’re all here, pushed together," she whined. "It's so hot and it smells, there's a baby crying-- Oh my God!"
"What is it?"
"Cannons... The cannons..." She mumbled over and over. "They're coming for me... They're going to get me... Alastor, where are you? Why don't you stop them? You promised that I would be safe…You promised…"
She sounded so afraid that I almost put an end to the session again, but I forced myself to remain neutral. As painful as this was to watch, it was necessary for her treatment. We had to get through the fantasy to the
reality of what actually happened to her.
"Where is Alastor?" I asked her.
"Fighting the war," she said. "He promised I'd be safe... He promised... He promised..."
I needed to move her past this, "Okay Becca, I want you to turn the page again."
Again, she quieted. I settled back in my chair again, "Okay Becca, now where are you?"
"At home," she said with a sigh, her voice ragged and tired. "Look what they did... The bastards... They touched my things... They ruined it... They ruined everything... Alastor will be so disappointed..."
"Who are you talking about? Who ruined everything?"
"The soldiers," she spat out. "They got into the house... They took things... They touched things... I have to wash it... I have to wash all of it..."
I could see her anxiety growing again. I needed to get her out of the past and into the present. "All right Becca, let's move forward, turn the page. The war is over, turn the page again and tell me what you see."
"Alastor asleep in the study," she said flatly. "I can smell the whiskey on him; the smell is even stronger than the stench of his whore. The gun is so heavy; it takes both hands to hold it.”
“Why do you have a gun?”
She ignored me.
“He lied…He promised he wouldn’t hurt me…He promised he’d keep me safe…”
“Becca,” I said loudly. “What are you doing? Why do you have a gun?”
“He's looking up at me now,” she said. “Saying something, but I can’t hear him. My ears are screaming and there is smoke in my eyes. I smell copper, like when I put water in the copper kettle... Alastor... I killed him... Alastor..."