His dirty little slut (Completed) - Chapter 2：1

Her screams turned to wails as her body convulsed and shook like an epileptic patient having a seizure.

Her 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 her but of that which caused her to manifest in such strange ways.

She danced in a circle even within the little space the pew provided her with. Then noticing that she didn’t have enough space to manifest as she needed she moved away from the sit on to the middle of the two pews where she danced all the more. Now there was more space for her to dance and to manifest i knew she felt freer.

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

She was saved from being so badly injured by the church warden who held on to her before she could fall flat on the chair. She might have ended up with a bleeding head had it not been for the church warden.

Her eyes were wide but her pupils maintained its glassy little frame. She stared at me from the lying position she took right on my feet. She was panting and crying now while saying incoherent things.

Her voice came out In shaky wails as her chest heaved. I was so close, so observant, so in tune with her. Till she screamed. “Jesus! Holy Mary mother of God!” It was such a loud scream.

I shivered all the more and pushed myself further away from her gumming bodies with the man standing by my side. He didn’t seem to mind. He too was fixated in his prayers.

I wondered what she saw, if she saw. Her pupils had become so glossy, it couldn’t have been that she saw.

I looked to the altar and back to her in one swift move. My eyes could not leave hers, could not afford closure. For my heart trembled like her body.

I was scared, whatever it is she saw whatever it is that left her was around. Only I didn’t know which spirit was present now, the spirit of God or the tormentor.

The presence of the spirit of the tormentor felt more probable.

My heart skipped and lost it’s rhythm as my ears 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. Something in human a ghost.

Goosebumps decorated my skin like tiny freckles and I fought the will to run. I didn’t want to be possessed.

I wanted to be me.

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 my 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 in Job. Has the devil taken judicial 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.