Our dirty little secret

CHAPTER ONE

His screams turned to wails as his body convulsed and shook like an epileptic patient having a seizure, his hands hit mine, a tainted brush on the hairs on my skin, a brush that caused me to shudder and to shift, I wasn’t scared of him, but of what which caused him to manifest in such strange ways.

He kept screaming, he danced in a circle even within the little space the church provided him with, then noticing that he didn’t have enough space to manifest as he needed he moved away from the sit in the middle of the church where he danced all the more, and now he had enough space to dance and manifest and I knew he felt freer.

I thought his manifestations would end in him screaming and shouting but that was before he went tumbling down like the walls of Jericho, and his body hits the chair and the floor in quick succession.

He was saved from being so badly injured by the church warden who held on to him. He might have ended up with a bleeding head had it not been for the church warden. His eyes were wide but his pupils maintained its glassy little frame, he stared at me from the lying position he took right on my feet, he was panting and crying now while he said incoherent things, his voice came out in shaky wails as his chest heaved.

I was so close, so observant, so in tune with him, till he screamed. I shivered all the more and pushed myself further away from his gumming bodies with the woman standing by my side, she didn’t seem to mind, she was too fixated in her prayers.

I wondered what he saw, I looked to the altar and back to him in one swift move, my eyes could not leave his, could not afford closure, for my heart trembled like his body. I was scared, whatever it is he saw, whatever it is that left him was around, only I didn’t know which spirit was present now, the spirit of God or the tormentor. My heart skipped and lost its rhythm as my ears became filled with blood.

The breeze moaned and passed me, a soft gentle caress following like a brush of skin, I felt the presence of something supernatural, Goosebumps decorated my skin like tiny freckles and I fought the will to run, I didn’t want to be possessed. I wanted to close my eyes but I was scared that if I did I would open them to find that I was no longer in the church.

I was conscious of the fact that a spirit had passed and it had seen me and that maybe now it knew me, could it be the devil walking to and fro and walking up and down the church like it was written, has the devil taken notice of me? I asked no one in particular, I had questions, questions only one person could answer, so I looked up, and just like I wanted, just like I predicted and expected he was already staring at me , if he was a spirit he knew me. His eyes met mine and a ghost of a smile appeared and disappeared on his fine chiselled jaw.