Sex with a Ghost 1&2

I woke up to meet a sheer blackout. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air heavy with water vapour. The floor felt cold and wet against my back. In the chilling blackness, I felt my blood turn comfortably warm, my eyes calm like in a nightly dream. Sound of dripping water could be heard all over. All around me the smell of stagnant water was thick and I imagined snakes and alligators and all manners of beasts creeping around.

"What am I doing here? What is happening? Where is this place?" I contemplated bringing my hands to my forehead to wipe the water off my face.

"Was I in a cave? How did I get here?" the last thing I remembered was laying to rest in one of the rooms in the church quarters after the prayers with Pastor Vivian. How then did I get to a damn cave? Could this be the handwork of Philomena? What have I done to get myself into the same boat with that demon? I questioned myself.

After a while, I became aware of a white light descending gracefully from above. It was too low and too white to be the sun, so I watched keenly. As the light got closer, I discovered it was a human figure. My heart nosedived into my stomach in terror.

Already panicking, I watched it slowly descend and sat on an ageless stone beside me. It was a dark-skinned handsome looking young man with a face that reflected light. His eyes sparkled like fire. A bright light appeared to be emitting from within him. Despite the water on the floor of the cave, the figure's white robes were quite spotless, even his shoes. I covered my face with my palm, preventing myself from going blind. Fear and panic gripped me.

"Do not be afraid." His voice was smoother than a thousand kisses. The words arrived directly at my heart.

"Who is this?" I wondered aloud.

"I'm here to get you out of this mess."

"Come and I will give you rest, peace and joy!" he said stretching out his gleaming hand towards me.

Swiftly, I pulled away from the strange man, thinking "What kind of sick joke is this?"

"If you are not ready to tell me who you are, you can keep your peace to yourself"

"Son, take my hand and come with me"

"I'm not your son, I don't even know who you are and I don't need your help. I want nothing to do with you" I shouted back at the fellow, my words echoing throughout the dark cave.

Why won't he just tell me who he is? What does he want from me? I questioned myself. This has to be the doings of Philomena. Her finger is written all over it. I'm going nowhere with some random black shinning man I know nothing of.

"Alright," he said calmly and gradually my eyes flew open. A hint of moonlight came in through the open window and reflected silver light on the familiar wallpaper of our Lord Jesus nailed to the cross with the two thieves by his side on the wall. It took me about a minute to recognize it as where I slept after prayers. The sounds of the night and the cold breeze filtered inside. Looming black trees surrounded the house.

I sat bolt upright. Sweat soaked my body. My heart rate began to slow down as the nightmare slowly faded, shrinking back into my subconscious, but lurking, ready to strike again.

"Father I commit that dream into your hands," I began to pray, "Your word said darkness and light have nothing in common. I set myself free from every attack of the evil one…" In about twenty minutes I broke every chain that linked me with Philomena, sent Holy Ghost fire to her coven and covered myself with the blood of Jesus.

"In the name of Jesus" I concluded the prayer and a familiar voice rang.

"Amen!"

I thought it was in my head, so I ignored it and went on to recite "Our Lord's Prayer". Done, I turned over to continue my sleep when the voice returned and asked in an undertone.

"Nightmare?"

"Who are you?" I asked boiling with the anger of the Holy Spirit.

"A brother and your new roommate"

"How come I did not see you when I slept yesterday?"

"Maybe I wasn't back yet" he responded and in the darkness, I felt an arm over my chest. "I'm Silas," he said.

"Alex" I took his hand. "Have we met before?" I asked in consideration.

"Maybe, I'm not sure"

"Did you travel from Onitsha to Lagos today?"

"Yes"

"You were on a bus, where a woman preached about a spiritual wife?"

"Yes," he gave a quick horselaugh of excitement. "Were you on the bus?"

"Yes, I was. I was the guy on green polo with the picture of Lil Wayne in front of it"

"You sat beside Pastor Vivian"

"Yes," I nodded in exhilaration.

"So what you doing here?" he asked.

"I came for prayers. What about you?"

"I came for prayers too. You were on the bus when I told her my story right?"

"Yeah" I nodded in the darkness. Not wanting to return to sleep, I asked "So what is your take on this issue of a spirit wife?"