Sex with a Ghost 1&2

In the hospital, Nevaeh slowly opened her eyes to find her perspective altered. She could see herself from the side as though through a different set of eyes. She could still see with her eyes, but had a second view from an outside perspective, watching herself.

She felt her body, but it was distant. She forced herself to sit up and to her horror, she felt herself moving, sitting up but her body remained still on the bed.

Soon she was elevated above her body, while her body froze. Having no control over her body, an amorphous red cloud-filled her vision. It hovered over her for some seconds and then disappeared.

Her body reacted by seizing up. The spasms made all of her muscles tittered, relaxed and clenched again. This happened for more than four times in a second.

Above, she knew her body won't last long convulsing at that rate. It would be a matter of minutes before her heart gave out. If her body dies; what will happen to her? Will she be stocked here forever? The thought was so terrifying she went into panic mood.

The red cloud returned and obscured her vision, both from outside and through her eyes. She tried forcing herself back into her body to stop the seizure, but she couldn't get in.

What is going to happen? What will I do? She wondered. Then there was a soft knock on the door. In split second a powerful strange force sucked her back into her body. Her chest hurt and her muscles trembled for a short time as her twin sister entered.

Seeing her sister wake, Heaven jumped on the bed excited, and gave her a very tight hug, whispering in her ear "Am so glad to see you awake my love".

"Am glad to see you too" she replied her with eyes rolling, suspecting the sweet gesture. She broke from the hug and asked: "Heaven what is it?"

"How do you mean?" she faked a smile that Nevaeh could see through.

"You are calling me my love, hugging me, acting awfully nice"

"What is wrong with that? I have just missed you…" she pulled her in again.

"Where are mummy and daddy? Why are they not here?" she asked green-eyed.

"They are in the police station giving a statement about the event"

"When did it happen again?" her eyebrow came down a little, closing her eyes, "I think I have lost track of time"

"It happened two nights ago"

"Two nights ago?" she questioned, confusion written on her face. "How long have I been here?"

"Two nights and days" she released her from the hug and continued "I have been coming to check on you"

"Heaven, what is it? You are hiding something from me. I can feel it"

Heaven came down from the bed and said "Let me go get you something to eat. What do you want?"

She refused to respond, asking her to tell her what was wrong. Instead of Heaven responding, she left promising to return with Akara and soft white bread, her favourite food.

Alone, Nevaeh wondered why her sister was acting weird and strangely over nice? What could have happened at home? Hope her father was alright? She tried thinking of the event, but her thought seems to go blank after the robber removed his trousers. Maybe she is just over-worried.

Her thought shifted to what happened before her twin sister came in. Was it a dream or trance? She wasn't sure. But it felt real, terrifying and a little exciting. She convinced herself that the experience must have been a fluke.

Heaven returned shortly with what she promised, together they ate it like children. Laughing and playing, something they haven't done in years. Her sister trying so hard to make her happy and it was odd. The evening of that day, Heaven left promising to return first thing the next morning.

Some minutes to 12midnight, Nevaeh was half asleep when all of a sudden she felt a pull from her chest. As if someone was gradually sucking her out from her body through her chest.

Though it wasn't a physical sensation; it felt like she was in the middle of a tornado – deafening sounds, electricity coursing everywhere, every colour possible, flashing chaotically. Fear and panic kicked in, unsettling her body. The pulling against her will, accelerated. She tried yelling but nothing came out.

In what felt like a few seconds, she was out of her body, feeling weightless, floating belly down, in a horizontal position with arms outstretched and legs spread. She was like feather been tossed by a soft wind. It was no longer terrifying but instead exciting. She looked down on her body, it laid still on the bed.

Slowly, she began floating around the room, though the movement wasn't of her control. She went through the wall of her room headfirst into the next one like sun ray through transparent glass.

Inside the next room, on the bed, lay a man in between this world and the next. His face was pale and dry, he looked unkempt. An oxygen mask covered his nose, drip buried in his left and right hand. He was covered to the chest with a light blue bedsheet.

Beside him sat a lady on a blue jean skirt and yellow polo. She was probably in her late twenties. She held his hand with one hand and with the other she held a Bible, reading it aloud to him. On the drawer beside the bed, was their wedding picture. On it, both of them were smiling from ear to ear in each other's arms.

Nevaeh was washed over with sympathy for the couple. She couldn't bring herself to imagine what the lady was going through. That moment she wished there was something she could do for them. But there was absolutely nothing, the woman could not even see or hear her. Then the husband opened his eyes.

"Hey!" he said in a whisper, beckoning on her to come down and closed.

For some strange reason, she wasn't scared or surprised. She actually wished and wanted that to happen. "I can't come down. I seem not to be able to control my movement" she replied him.

"Pretend to be swimming and push yourself forward"

Nevaeh did as she was told, flapping her hands while pushing herself forward, and she controlled her movement till she came down to stand beside the bed.

"Are you dead or in a coma too?"

"None. I just happened to come out of my body and slowly drifted here".

"So your body is still alive in your room?"

"Yes. I think so" she said nodding.

"Cool," he said wonder and curiosity written on his face. "So if you are not dead or in a coma. How are you here?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you will give me some answers"

"Who is a medium?" she asked confused.

"Someone still alive but can communicate with the dead". She seemed not to get it; he added "You know like the one Saul went to visit in the bible"

"Oh, I see. So it is a good thing?"

"Yes. It is a gift from the lord. You should use it to help people like us".

"OK… but how?"

"When you wake up from whatever this is. Please tell my wife Gladys that I love her and never stopped. I forgive her for everything, including the affair with Andrew" he paused like he was thinking of making up his mind. He continued "Tell her am really sorry I couldn't get her pregnant; I know she really wanted a child. If I don't make it, I should be buried in my parlour and with my wedding ring. I kept it in the shoe she bought for me on my last birthday".