ghost
My good friend Patty is originally from Chile. Although she’s older than me by almost 20 years, her lively and friendly attitudes make me feel like she’s a youngster in her 20s.
But on the other hand, when you have problems in life, she will share her experience and smart solutions like a mother would do.
One day, we talked about paranormal stuff… and she shared her experience with me that scared me to s***.
Back in Chile, Pat moved into a rented flat in a Jewish neighborhood after her divorce. Not long after she moved in, she would see a small, high-speed flying ball jumping around the flat. She thought it was a bug or something with a special light tail, like a firefly. So she didn’t pay much attention.
Then one day when she sipped on her coffee near the window sill, the lighting flying “bug” came, and this time it didn’t jump around, but it stopped on the window sill close to her. She took a good look at the thing — and guess what — this is not a bug, it’s a small human head!!!
She told me that she screamed so loud the people passing outside the window all stopped and looked at her. The small human head flew away, and she quickly ran out of her house and ran to tell the incident to a Rabbi.
The Rabbi heard the story, grabbed some books, got another 2 guys with him, and went with her back to her flat.
While she was sitting in the living room, the Rabbi walked around the flat with the 2 guys (they were his students) near him. Then he stopped in her room and talked to someone.
He came out after a few minutes, and told her the following:
“The human head you saw is a soul that got stuck in this flat. She’s the previous tenant, but after she died no one prayed for her soul (it’s a Jewish tradition called Kaddish), that’s why she couldn’t move on.”
At that time, people from all over the neighborhood already filled up outside the corridor.
“So, what should we do?” Patty asked.
The Rabbi said that he needed to pray Kaddish for her for a week, and at least 10 people needed to pray together (which was not a problem, the synagogue has more than 10 people).
The Rabbi first got a 10-people group in her flat to pray before he left. Then he continued the rest of the 7 days in the synagogue.
On the night of the 7th day, the Rabbi and a few guys from the community came to Pat’s place. The Rabbi opened a wooden wine box that he brought and the small group of people chanted something from the Psalm. During their chanting, the flying light ball appeared, and flew right inside the wooden box. The Rabbi shut the box immediately and lighted a candle, then sealed the box with the melted wax.
Rabbi told Pat that since only the close relatives could redeem the soul, this ghost had to stay in the box until her line of relatives started praying for her. Then the Rabbi left with the box – A.K.A. a Dibbuk Box.
Since then, Pat never saw the flying object again.
