Sex with a Ghost 1&2

"O… K" she murmured, disbelief obvious in her voice. "What makes you think so?"

"I got to my aunt's place a few hours ago to discover that the person I have been having sex with for a while doesn't exist".

With a raised eyebrow, she inquired "And you are certain of what you just said?"

"So you sleep in the same room where this supposed lady died?"

I nodded anxiously, my palms sweaty with tension.

"How and when does she come?"

"I basically lived with her".

She gave me a goggle in unbelief.

"Yeah, it was today I got to know that she wasn't real. All the while I thought she lived with us" Hearing myself say that out loud made me knew how crazy and creepy it sounded.

"So how did you come about this revelation?" she asked and slowly removed her hand from my shoulder.

"Khalid, our gateman showed me a picture of her which I confirmed. Then he told me she slept and never woke up a long time ago".

"Hmm," she inhaled, digesting my story. "Why don't you just tell me the whole story from the beginning so I can get a better view?"

"Alright" I mouthed and in about twenty minutes, I told her everything right from the evening I arrived the house, all our sexual encounter right up to the very moment I smashed an empty wine bottle against the skull of Uncle Philip and how I escaped to the church.

With her hand supporting her head, she paid undivided attention and when I concluded, she dropped her hand, nodding in sympathy for me.

"Hmm," she exhaled and turned to face me directly, her warm knees touching mine. "It is either you have a really strongly attached spirit wife that you have left unhitched for long or you are being attacked by witches".

"Witches?" I asked baffled; wondering why witches will be attacking me. It is not like I'm a millionaire neither have I built a mansion in my village. Those are the kind of people witches assault. They have nothing to gain from attacking me.

"You must be wondering why witches are attacking you."

"Yes. Why would they attack me? It is not like I have anything worth their effort and time?"

She shook her head "That is where you are wrong. It mustn't be a physical thing. You must have a bright future or something they want or something that troubles them. Witches don't attack ordinary persons."

"But which thing do I have that will trouble witches?" I thought aloud.

"It doesn't really matter which - spirit wife or witches, the Lord is going to take care of it." she guaranteed.

Sensing I was still troubled by the thought of witches attacking me for no reason she held both of my hands and whispered in an assuring tone that ignited my spirit.

"Bro Alex, there is nothing that our God cannot do". She closed her eyes and her tone intensified "Whatever this demon has done to attach itself to you, we shall destroy in Jesus name!"

"A-men" My head dropped in self-pity and shame.

"Heeeey!" her consoling hands were back on my shoulders; "This is not a time to be weak. It is time to be your strongest in Jesus Christ. This is no time to wallow in self-pity rather it is time to trust fully in Jesus and his unfailing power".

"Bro Alex!" her grips tighten. "Believe me your problem is nothing before God". She pulled me closer. "Tell me you believe that?"

"I do. I believe in the name of Jesus" I said lazily wiping away the tears that had gathered in my eyes.

"He is all you need" she added.

I nodded in agreement.

Sensing I needed a lift of faith, she said "Let me share a testimony with you. It will uplift your spirit and assure you that there is nothing that God can't do" she looked away, staring straight at the altar she began thoughtfully

"When I was about ten years of age, I began seeing a certain handsome man in my dreams. He introduced himself as Olu and addressed me as Bisiola, his wife from the pass. He was always asking for my forgiveness and it was really weird. So I resented and avoided him at first but with time he lured me with beautiful and thoughtful presents. He appeared to know what I needed even before I thought about it. Whenever he gave me a gift in the dream, it somehow manifests in the physical.

Soon, I was the one requesting for presents from him. All I did was think about the needed present before falling asleep and in the dream, he presented it to me. As a child, I asked for things a child would even though in the dreams I was a grown-up woman, just a little younger than him.

Together, we went on different adventures, visited beautiful and sometimes strange places. The dreams were so real sometimes I woke up questioning myself whether it was a dream or reality. There was a time we were chased by a lion in the forest, and we ran holding hands for miles till we got to a cliff. The beast was approaching and in a bit to save me, he pushed me off the cliff. Screaming, I woke up on landing into the river all shaken up with my heart beating like someone who ran for miles."

"For real?" I asked with raised eyebrows.