Day 7 began with an eerie sense of déjà vu for Travis Montgomery and Michael Cooper Williams. After the strange events of the previous night, they had hoped that leaving the rosary with their neighbor, Mr. Davis, would be enough to break the cycle of paranormal disturbances they had been experiencing. But as the morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, Travis woke up and immediately felt something was off.
He turned over in bed, his eyes catching a glimpse of something out of place on his nightstand.
There, sitting exactly where it had been before, was the rosary.
Travis's heart raced as he sat up, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He had given the rosary to their neighbor—he was sure of it. He had seen Mr. Davis refuse it the night before. How had it found its way back to their bedroom?
"Michael," Travis said softly, nudging his husband awake.
Michael groaned and turned over, but when his eyes landed on the rosary, his sleepiness evaporated. "What the hell?" he muttered, sitting up quickly. "How is it back here?"
"I don't know," Travis replied, his voice shaky. "We gave it to Mr. Davis last night. There's no way it should be here. Someone—or something—brought it back."
They stared at the rosary for a long moment, the air in the room thick with the oppressive energy they had come to associate with the house. Neither of them moved, both too stunned to comprehend how the rosary had returned on its own.
"Do you think he brought it back?" Michael asked, glancing at Travis.
Travis shook his head, though the uncertainty was clear in his voice. "I don't know. But we need to find out."
Without wasting any more time, Travis grabbed his phone and dialed Andy Herrera. Her voice was a welcome comfort, despite the unsettling situation.
"Hey, Travis," Andy answered. "What's going on?"
"We woke up, and the rosary—it's back. On our nightstand," Travis explained, his voice filled with tension. "We gave it to our neighbor last night, but somehow it ended up back in our room. It doesn't make any sense."
Andy was silent for a moment, then let out a soft sigh. "That's really strange. It sounds like whatever—or whoever—is tied to that rosary doesn't want it to leave the house. It's like it's bound to the place or to you now. Do you think your neighbor might've brought it back?"
"That's what we're going to find out," Michael said, his voice low. "We're about to head over there to ask."
"Be careful," Andy warned. "This is starting to sound more than just a restless spirit. If the rosary's being moved around without anyone touching it, you might be dealing with something darker."
Travis's stomach tightened at Andy's words. "We'll let you know what happens."
After the call, Travis and Michael crossed the street to Mr. Davis's house. The sun was bright, but the unease they felt had nothing to do with the darkness of the night. They knocked on the door, and Mr. Davis opened it after a few moments, a look of mild surprise on his face.
"Boys," he greeted them with a nod. "Everything okay?"
Travis held up the rosary, his expression one of disbelief. "We found this back in our bedroom this morning. Did you bring it back?"
Mr. Davis's eyes widened as he looked at the rosary, confusion crossing his features. "What? No, of course not. After you offered it to me, I told you I couldn't keep it. I didn't even touch it."
Michael glanced at Travis, his voice tight with unease. "We left it with you last night, Mr. Davis. We didn't bring it back inside, but it was on our nightstand when we woke up."
Mr. Davis shook his head slowly, his brow furrowed. "I didn't touch it. I haven't been outside since we talked last night. If it showed up in your room again... well, that's strange. Really strange."
Travis and Michael exchanged a worried look. If Mr. Davis hadn't brought the rosary back, then how had it returned to their bedroom?
"Do you think it's possible that... something else brought it back?" Travis asked, his voice lowering.
Mr. Davis hesitated before answering, his eyes dark with understanding. "If you believe in spirits, then it's possible. The rosary seems to have some kind of hold on that house. Maybe it's not done with you yet."
Michael's skin prickled at the thought, and he quickly shook his head. "We can't keep it. We don't want anything to do with whatever's tied to this thing."
Mr. Davis gave them a sympathetic smile. "You might not have a choice, son. Some things... they won't let go until they're ready."
With heavy hearts, Travis and Michael returned to their house, the rosary still in hand. Once they were back inside, Michael immediately grabbed his phone to call Huy Chau, the son of Linh and Dang, to see if he had any insight into the situation. Maybe the rosary had a deeper connection to the house than they had realized.
When Huy picked up, he sounded calm, but there was a clear note of curiosity in his voice.
"Hello? Is everything okay?" Huy asked.
"Not exactly," Travis replied, pacing the living room. "We found the rosary again. We had given it to our neighbor last night, but it showed up on our nightstand this morning."
Huy was silent for a moment before speaking. "That's... odd. I don't know much about the rosary, but if it keeps coming back to you, it's like there's something tying it to you. I don't think this is about my parents, though. Linh and Dang wouldn't be involved in something like this. They were peaceful in life, and they wouldn't do anything like this in death."
Michael frowned, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Then who—or what—is tied to the rosary?"
Huy hesitated before responding. "I'm not sure. But there's someone you should talk to—Tammy Hughes. She's my aunt, Linh's niece. She's more familiar with the spiritual side of things, and if there's anything dark tied to that house, she'll know."
"Tammy Hughes," Travis repeated, making a note. "We'll call her and see what she can tell us."
After their conversation with Huy, Travis and Michael immediately contacted Tammy Hughes. If she knew more about the house or the rosary, they needed her insight now more than ever. As the phone rang, Michael couldn't help but glance at the rosary on the table, its beads glinting in the afternoon light. It felt like the key to everything—and yet, it was also the source of their fear.
Finally, Tammy answered, her voice warm and kind but with an edge of seriousness.
"Hello? This is Tammy."
"Hi, Tammy, this is Travis Montgomery. I'm calling about the house your aunt and uncle used to own, the one we live in now," Travis began, his voice careful. "We've been experiencing some... strange things. We think it's tied to a rosary we found in the house."
Tammy didn't respond immediately, but when she did, her tone shifted. "The rosary? My aunt never mentioned a rosary. And you said strange things have been happening?"
"Yes," Michael said, taking over. "The rosary keeps reappearing on our nightstand, no matter where we take it. We even tried leaving it with our neighbor, but it keeps coming back. Do you know anything about it?"
Tammy let out a slow breath, her voice lowering. "That's very strange. If it keeps returning to you, then something—or someone—is trying to communicate through it. But I'll tell you this—it's not my aunt or uncle. Linh and Dang had nothing to do with anything dark or sinister. This sounds like a much older presence. Something connected to the house itself, or even before."
Travis's heart sank. "So you think it's something else? A dark entity?"
"It's possible," Tammy admitted. "If this rosary belonged to someone else, someone with unresolved grief or pain, their spirit could be bound to it. I've heard of cases like this before, where an object becomes an anchor for a spirit. But if it's as persistent as you say, you may need to do more than just return it. You might need to cleanse the house."
Michael swallowed hard, the weight of Tammy's words settling over them. "How do we do that?"
"There are a few ways," Tammy explained. "You can try a simple spiritual cleansing—burning sage, setting boundaries with the spirit, asking it to move on. But if it's truly a dark entity, you might need more help. You could call a medium, or even a priest, to bless the house."
Travis felt a chill run down his spine. "Do you think it's dangerous?"
"I don't want to scare you," Tammy said carefully. "But if the entity doesn't want to leave, it could become aggressive. Spirits tied to objects like that can get possessive. I'd recommend you act sooner rather than later."
After their conversation with Tammy, Travis and Michael sat in the quiet of their kitchen, the rosary still sitting on the table between them. The weight of what they were dealing with had never felt so real. It wasn't just a restless spirit—it was something much darker, something tied to the very core of the house.
"What do we do?" Michael asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Travis stared at the rosary, his jaw clenched. "We're going to cleanse the house. Whatever's tied to that thing—it's not staying here. Not anymore."
As the day crept toward evening, they knew that their battle with the spirit was far from over.
But this time, they were ready to face it head-on.
The house had taken enough from them.
Now it was time to take it back.
