Sex with a Ghost 1&2

"1994, I was still a teacher in a primary school, I was on my way to work when I met a nobleman and he recognized me as his son's class teacher. I looked at him with my spiritual eyes and discovered that he will make a good husband. I asked for his address, so I can come and visit him to discuss his son school performance. He gave me his complimentary card without any hesitation.

Later, that day after work, I visited him in his office after applying some concoction on my mouth and breasts. I seduced him spiritually, he asked me for friendship, which I accepted impulsively, irrespective of the fact that he was already married with three children" she suddenly kept quiet.

"Go on!" Pastor Silas fired.

A devilish frown formed on her face as her mouth grew longer. She shook her head in rejection.

"Get me that Oliver oil" he ordered an usher, who ran over to the temple and grabbed a bottle of oil and handed it over to him. Swiftly, he uncorked it and poured its content on her screaming

"Speak you witch! I command you in the name of Jesus to speak up!"

As the water landed on her, she shouted like someone on fire but kept quiet, shaking her head in rejection. Then Pastor Silas changed from praying for her to praying against the demons asking her not to talk.

"Every demon around, asking you not to talk, I cast them out in Jesus name!" he decanted more oil on her and after like a minute, she continued.

"After we had established a relationship, he would come to visit me at home and we would have mind-blowing sex. I tried everything I could to make him take me home but he refused, instead, he was always talking about his son and how much he loves the boy. I became jealous and wanted all his love for me. The only way that will be possible was to take the son out of the picture.

"How will he perceive this in the physical world?" Pastor inquired.

"He will simply see it as a simple nightmare" she cried.

"God will never allow us to be subjected to these witches in Jesus name?"

"Amen," all echoed including me. He then beckoned on her to continue the confession. Where I stood I watched Pastor Silas with pride in heart and jealousy in my spirit. He was in so much control and spoke with an authority that could only be from God. I envied him, that used to be until that night I slept with Heaven. That very night the anointing of the Holy Spirit left me. I was just living off the former glory and title.

"Gradually, he got tired of the son's sudden untreatable handicap" she had a sinking look on her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She sniffed and used the edge of her dusty wrapper to wipe the tears.

"This rendered him and his wife completely unhappy but they were still together. Next, the wife became a stumbling block to me and my mission to take over his household and wealth as already planned in the underworld.

"So, on Tuesday night at our meeting, we conjured the spirit of the son and commanded him to bring her weavon and wrapper while coming to school the next day. He did as commanded. The very next day, he came with the instructed materials, which I took back to the underworld. That weavon and wrapper were used as a point of contact to her spirit and made things easier when we wanted her blood for a sacrifice. Not long after, we summoned her spirit before our secret temple in the underworld where she was judged before our witch court and found guilty. She was offered as a sacrificial lamb to sanctify the order. She died four months after that in the physical world…"

"Alright" Pastor Silas silenced her, "We get that you are a big bad witch that has done a lot of damage to this peaceful world. The bible says in Exodus 22:18 that ''we should suffer not a witch to live.'' What is your mission in this church?"

Slowly, she turned to my direction, her eyes came alive, not uttering any word; she pointed her index finger at me. Which quickly put the fear of God in me; my eyes almost came out of their socket in shock and curiosity.

"When this young man was born" she began in a rich throaty voice, "We saw his star, bright up there" she pointed to the heavens in a way that indicated it was very high. "We instantly knew he would be a pain in the neck of our kingdom. We swiftly got ready and began working to make sure he doesn't fulfil his destiny.

But until he was a young man we couldn't get him. The prayers of his parents shielded and harboured him from us. We tried everything possible to turn him to over to our side but failed…"

"Why didn't you people just kill him?"

"We can't kill someone that has the mark of God on his forehead. If you summon his spirit, the face of the son will appear…"

"Who?"

"The son" her eyebrows frowned in worry.

"Tell us his name"

"I can't mention his name. If I try it, I might die" she whispered with a tinge of grief and anger in her voice.

"Why?"

"Once you become a witch, you take an oath to never mention his name. Mentioning his name entails your acknowledgement of his presence, which is one thing you can never do in the underworld".

"Hallelujah! We serve a living God! Amen…" Pastor Silas shouted in a burst of joy over the microphone. The instrumentalist played some beautiful melody to accompany the song. People screamed and danced along for a few seconds, and then it came to a sudden end.