Sex with a Ghost 1&2

We arrived the compound at about fifteen minutes past six to found it exactly the way it was five years ago when I ran out of it into a moving vehicle. Aunt Uka and her husband holding hands were at the door to usher us in; both of them grinning from ear to ear.

Aunt Uka looked different; she was still beautiful but appeared to be shorter and stressed. She wore baggy jean shorts and a black round-necked polo with "Jesus is Lord" written boldly in white on it. Uncle Philip, on the other hand, appeared miserable. His pot-belly had reduced; his hair and beards appeared bushy and unkempt. The large smile on his face failed to make him look handsome. His own black polo appeared to be oversize while he looked tiny in it.

"Nna… welcome" she pulled me in for one of the tightest hugs I have received in my whole life. Her sweet rose perfume filled my nostrils as tears formed in my eyes. Suddenly, I was filled with self-reproach and guilt for abandoning them especially Nono.

"Where is Nono?" I asked fighting back the tears.

"Don't worry, all that will be over today. I came with a consuming fire"

Uncle Philip stretched out his right hand for a handshake as the smile on his face widens. I took his hand and the shake wasn't as firm as the very first day I met him. Sign of a broken man.

"It is alright, Uncle Philip" I covered his hand with my other hand; but he pulled me in for a warm hug instead and mouthed calmly "I know". After the warm welcome, I introduced Pastor Vivian and Pastor Silas that came with me.

"You are all welcome. Please, come in" Aunt Uka ushered us into the parlour.

Upon entering the parlour, I experienced a fit of growing anger in my spirit. I felt the presence of Asmodee – the fat and smelly demon responsible for sexual immorality. It's disgusting smell filled the entire atmosphere.

"I can fill the presence of demons in this place already," I said enraged and began speaking in the words of the Holy Spirit. Pastor Vivian and Silas joined in the prayer. The image of Philomena flashed right before my eyes, not like a memory but rather a trance. She sat on the second step on the stairs case, completely naked with legs widespread. A weird smile at the left corner of her lips; fresh blood covered her teeth and some dripped from the open corner of her mouth. I could not read her mood but she wasn't exactly thrilled to see me.

"You foul and repelling spirit. I cast you out of this house in Jesus name!" I shot back at her and like a fast-forward movie; she went up to the stairs.

"Nna, won't you at least sit for some water?" she urged out of concern.

"No!' I ensured her. "This is no time for merriment. There are demons crawling all over this place"

"I thought I was the only one in the spirit" Pastor Vivian proclaimed and then called out "Pastor…"

"Ma" I turned and faced her. My eyelid went up in surprise; in the five years I have known this great woman of God, she had never addressed me as a pastor without adding Alex.

"While we were praying, the Lord revealed the source of their problem to me" she paused, waiting for feedback. I gave her a nod. Then she turned to Uncle Philip and petitioned him.

"Was this house built by you?"

"No…" he shook his head, "I bought it from an agent. Who said the owner passed away and the family put up the house for sale"

"So you never knew the history of the house?" she inquired.

"No"

"Not even how the owner died?"

"No" Philip acknowledged lost at sea.

She turned to face me, "The original owner of this house killed his little family in this very house"

"Jesus!!!" Aunt Uka disrupted the Pastor with an exclamation but quickly covered her mouth after the realization that she just interrupted the flow of the spirit.

"The Holy Spirit revealed to me how it all played out" she positioned her head like someone trying to hear something from a distance with a faraway look in her eyes, she continued

"That very night of the tragedy, the man returned home from work late and joined his wife in the bed. She demanded he fulfil his duty but he refused, saying he was stressed out from a long day at the office. Offended and angry, she slept off thinking the husband was back with his secretary. They had an affair once and she caught them pants down in his office. He pleaded; swear on his dead mother's grave that it was a onetime thing and would never repeat itself.

Midnight, sleepwalking, the husband covered the face of the wife with a pillow, thinking he was pressing the face of an enemy in the battlefield against mud water. She struggled, fought, begged and screamed but he was unconscious and deeply asleep. The wife was dead when he woke up.

At the realization of what he had done, he fell on his knees beside the bed, shrieking, crying and calling for help. Their eight years old daughter heard the cry and rushed into the room to meet her father wailing like a child, which was strange and bewildering.

Her eyes narrowed in suspiciousness before she asked, "What is wrong with mummy?"

Seeing the daze on his daughter's face, "Baby… I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me…" he cried trying to explain what happened.

Disappointed, confused and scared, she ran away from him. The father went after in a bit too caught her before she hurt herself. On the stairs, she missed a step and fell to her death.

"My God!" Pastor Silas blunted out.

The picture of a girl with a twisted neck and a pale face flashed before my eyes and faded away instantly like quicksilver sand. Hurriedly, I made the sign of the cross over my face. I wanted to inquire about the owner of the house and how he ended but I know the Holy Spirit with only reveal that which He wants and you can't force it.

"The spirit of the mother and child are hunting this house" she declared "Sex was the last thing Philomena wanted from her husband and she will chase relentlessly anyone in this house not in the Holy Spirit for it"

"Philomena was the girl that kept coming to have sex with me while I was in this house…" I reminded Pastor Vivian.

"Yeah, she was the young wife to Steven the owner of the house"

"I saw her as I entered the house on these stairs" I pointed at it. "That was why I began praying" I added.

Pastor Vivian turned to my Aunt, "Endurance, her daughter wants more than anything a friend and playmate. She troubled your daughter till she made a friend out of her".

"This is so true. You are right…" she cried.

Forcing a thin smile, Pastor Vivian remarked "The Holy Spirit is always right"