Part 1: After Breath Charde’ Jones One moment he was feeling normal, in agonizing pain, he had the smell of hospital engulf his nostrils; it literally smelled sick in the room. As he coughed his vision began to blur again. It was becoming more and more difficult to open his eyes. But every time these dizzy spells came upon him he grew fearful. The grave was calling to him, deaths shadow was upon him, to the point where he could see it pacing in his room, waiting. He tried not to close eyes, because it would touch him, he tried not to be alone, because it would taunt him. What began as a shadow was now unmistakably a man in the corner full of darkness; a darkness you can feel, yet he could only see his outline. The man was completely black, except for the silver in his eyes. But not a silver shine, or a grey, it was unearthly, like a color you would find on the moon. Every day as his sickness progressed the man took form, pacing the room, standing perfectly still in the corner, watching, waiting. Days went by, the doctor was checking on him less and less often. He was constantly alone. Tonight was different however, there was no shadow. Nothing wrong with a little sleep, he felt the same chill but did not see any harm on resting. The figure constantly kept him awake, so he shut his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes every ounce of warmth left his body, alarmed at the sudden draft he opened his eyes quickly. He was freezing, but he was not shivering, he reached to call for a nurse, but he could not move any of his limbs. He looked around, no one in the room, not even the shadow. The only thing he could move was his eyes, he looked upon the monitor, and his heart rate had dropped. He could not call on anyone to revive him, because he could not speak, nor move. So, he just lay there, and he began to be sad, because no one ever came into the room to check on his lifeless body. He felt no pain anymore, just cold. He looked at the clock on the wall; it read 8:47pm. He tried but could not move. He sat there in his lifeless body for hours, he began thinking about everything that had ever happened in his life, everything he could have done differently, everyone he should have loved, everyone he should have left behind...Then he thought, ‘none of that matters now, and no one’s coming to get me.’ Finally a nurse walked in to check his pulse, she felt for his vital signs, and looked on the monitor. “Doctor!” she screamed. ‘A little late’, he thought, as he glanced toward the clock. 8:48pm it read. Bizarre. What seemed to be hours, had only been maybe 30 seconds, he did not understand what was going on. So the doctor and nurses began to try and revive him.“Clear!” flat line. Over and over they shouted, over and over nothing, he still could not move, nor talk, or even shiver. The doctor and nurses voices were beginning to sound bizarre as well, like how you would expect someone to sound if you could turn the volume down, and then his own thoughts became exceptionally loud. Nothing like when you think to yourself, it seemed like he was speaking aloud. So as he experimented he tried to breathe, but he could not do it, he tried to just make the sound of air blowing, but could not do it. He seemed to do these things for hours to amuse himself, but the clock only read 8:55pm when the doctor pronounced him non –responsive, and therefore dead. When the Doctor said this he began wondering if this would be where he always lay. Just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw something twinkling in the ceiling, like the reflection of a diamond. As he stared the reflection became larger, like someone from another room was setting up mirrors, the sun, and the world’s largest diamond to make beautiful rainbows, and light patterns on the ceiling. He thought to himself, ‘if I could get out of this bed I would like to see what that is.’ Just as loud and clear his own thoughts were to himself, he heard another voice sounding as if it was coming from within him, “Is that what you would like?” His eyes moved around to see where the noise came from and it landed on the shadow man, who now was a great tall man made up of trillions of black gnat's that struggled to stay in one figure. The man was more inquisitive than afraid, because he did not understand. “I can’t move.” “And what would you do if you could?” asked the gnats all at the same time. “I guess I would go find out where that light is coming from. But do you know where it leads?” “Oh yes. I’ve known for quite some time, and I know you would not want to go there. “It said with great terror in its voice. “Why not? What is it?” the man asked curiously. “A great power that consumes past souls.” “How do you know this? Who are you?” the man said, the thing was answering him sounded crazed to the dead man. Why should he believe this stranger that stalked him?“I’ve known for quite some time.” The thing answered agitated, “but if you don’t believe me I can give you the power to find out.” “But who are you?”“I am Ahlarm. Do you want to be able to move from your bed?”“Yes.” The man answered; even if he did not follow after the light at least he would no longer be stuck in this disease infested hospital. Ahlarm’s strangely shaped mouth, anyways I believe that’s what it was, smiled, and replied,“Well are you afraid of anything?” The man thought long and hard and said, “I don’t believe so, I was afraid of you when you did not talk.”“You are afraid of silent creatures?” Then the shadow Ahlarm approached him, he was uglier than the man first perceived. He kissed the man’s ear, and a gnat flew inside. Immediately the man lifted his arm to swat the gnat away. Ahlarm gave him a cold grimace. Then the man realized he could move. He turned towards the light, although Ahlarm told him not to go to it, he could not help it, besides Ahlarm does not look like he could even survive in beauty such as that. So he walked into the corner where the light became brighter, then he stepped into the wall, which he found to his surprise he could do, at any rate the light was even brighter in the wall. He kept following it until he seemed to appear in the sky. In the sky everything had this beautiful reflection of light, like the world up there was made up of mirrors, but he could not find where the source of light was coming from, until he saw overhead, women and men-like creatures with eagle wings flying to and fro in a certain area. He made his way towards the mass. It was a crowd of men and women, children, young and elderly like himself who all apparently just died. Some were wearing hospital gowns, some were wearing shirts that were torn, and some were pacing and wiping fresh tears from their faces. He saw some running away back towards the earth; he saw some running towards a large gate, about half a mile high and a whole mile across, it seemed to be made all up of one pearl. In the front at the center of where all the people seemed to be gathering towards was a large light marvel. It seemed to be a seat made up of lightning, but pure lightning, on earth lighting comes in bolts, this was just pure lightning all in one mass, ever flowing and not burning anything. Upon the lighting chair was the diamond light. That’s exactly what it looked like to the man, a sun inside of a diamond. He began to cry, it was so beautiful, and nothing on earth was like it. To the right of the diamond light was a man on fire dressed in a translucent white royal robe. There was nothing on his head except wooly locks of fire. The fire coming from the man burned as brightly as the diamond’s light, and no heat came from him. He was also holding a book that would not catch fire. The book was strange because its bindings were large, as if it held thousands of pages, but it only held one large page. The man who died did not know who they were, but was certain that the reason that all the creatures, and men and women were gathering was because of these two wonders. He saw creatures that looked as if they belonged in fairytales, and ones that looked like the came from a nightmare. Then he saw a man just like him go away from the two wonders in great distress. He began to feel alarmed, and did not want to face the lights anymore. So he went sightseeing in this strange place. He was amazed at the craftsmanship of the gates. There was an engraving on the gates but in a strange language he couldn’t read, he couldn’t even recognize the alphabet from any cultures. He had a feeling he was not supposed to touch the gates, but the more he stared the more he just had to touch them. He placed his hand upon the gate and nothing happened. He pushed the gate open just a little bit. Still nothing. He began to push the door open, it made a sound like thunder, but it was only the sound of the gate dragging on the street made up of gold. The focus on him was like when a whole class room is quite and then a child drags his nails on the chalk board. A lion was near him with eagle wings, and a very alien face, but long arms and possible thumbs like a man. It grabbed him up with a growl saying, “None can enter without finding the light.” As soon as the creature picked him up it just as quickly put him down directly in front of the two wonders. The man at the right began reading everything that the man had ever done in order that he had done them, then the reason he did it. Every time he needed to turn the page he would just close the book and open it again, and new words were in his book. Then he began reading all the man’s grudges, as he began reading the wrongs others had done to the old man, Ahlarm and another dark spirit came forth with chains and locks in their hands. The spirit that the man did not recognize began to address the diamond light,“He is one of us, I have invested a great deal on my brother, and I want my full return.” Then he began quoting the man on every false promise he had ever made to pay back his old friends, or forgotten family members. The spirit ended it saying “...so he has worn these most of his life, and he must keep them according to your own word.” Then Ahlarm said aloud without looking at either wonders, but keeping perfect eye contact with the man, “His spirit is dead, he never knew you.” Again he gave him that uneasy smile, “Did we give false testimony?” The man does not know what to say, he is greatly alarmed, he opens his mouth to defend himself and low and behold, the gnat that Ahlarm put inside of his ear fly’s out of his mouth. Ahlarm laughed and said, “The wages of sin is death! Where is your payment?” Then a voice seeming to come from within you but as loud as lightning striking right beside you said, “Son is his name in your book?” The diamond light was addressing the man with the book. The man on fire opened the book and replied, “I don’t know him, I’ve gone to his house many times, but he never answered, I visited him at work before, but he would not even acknowledge me. Take him away from me.” Ahlarm and his companion began quickly draping their captive in the chains they brought with him, and to each they would add a lock that’s keyhole would disappear as soon as they locked it. The man cried out, “No he tricked me! I never had a chance to understand before I came here!” Then Ahlarm and his companion began singing as they dragged the man away, “The man with the book prayed every day, and sent his word even your way, and shut our mouths as not to say, but even than you can't obey!” They chanted this all the way back to earth. When they arrived back to earth it was completely different. It was a scene from a horror movie. Spirits like the ones in heaven all around, and the dark spirits were in abundance, and when they passed them by they would look at the man in chains and chant “ours, mine, yours, forever!” He passed many ghosts looking at him with fearful faces, wearing chains that weighed them down. “Why do they stay? Where are you leading me?” “He was brought unto the master, just as you will be and perhaps you to will be given something to do on the surface.” Then the other spirit kicked the man down and scoffed, “Not likely!” There was not much talking at all, the man just watched as they led him down below graves, underground passing worms and animals that dwell there. They went down past caves, and below caverns, lower and lower they descended, until they passed nothing living. They traveled like this for a long while, with no light, and no talking until they finally came to a volcano crater inside of an underground cavern. The crater was hot, and had steam and smoke coming from it, it smelled of sulfur, also, it had strange noises coming from it, like a million screams, one hundred thousand cries, one thousand minds going insane, and one hundred souls turning inside out. From the crater was a vent about ten more miles long, and it was the high way to hell. There were many dark spirits coming in and out. Some were descending to the depths, or ascending to the top, and they brought men, and chains, and lists. Chained up judged souls were shivering and grinding their teeth with a terrified look on their faces. They screamed and tried to run, but the chains they carried were too heavy to run anywhere. There was a disfigured woman at the mouth of the crater. She was tall and slender, she appeared to be beautiful, and she was naked, but when you looked at her face she had been burned to the third degree, a whole half of her face. And her body, upon inspection, had boils and burns. So she looked evil beautiful. In her hands she held an old brown list of parchment, and the scroll unrolled to be one thousand feet long. On every space of the paper a name was written. She also had a chain locked on her ankle attached to a great sleeping dragon that never rose up; he just tossed and turned but never awoke. When Ahlarm brought the man all the way to the mouth of the crater they stopped. The woman grabbed the man’s face and kissed him on his forehead, but her kiss burned like boiling water, and it left a mark on his head. Before he could complain she spoke to him. “You would be glad to have it, oh unimportant one, it is the last kiss you will ever have.” Then she turned to Ahlarm, “What assignment could your lord Beelzebub ever have for him? He is a worthless fly.” So they led him to the center of earth, where the god of this world has many nations under allegiance. A ghost woman came up shivering, and shaking and her pupils were as big as her whole eyes were. The spirit with the parchment asked, “Where are your escorts?”“I have none.”“How did you make it past the guard on the other side?”“I let them rape me until they were tired. They became so tired they fell asleep, then I hid in the vent of the volcano for some time, finally I made my way, while dragging my chains silently back to the other side.” She said this rocking front to back and clenching her jaw as hard as possible. The woman with the burns on her face smiled and replied,“So Beelzebub did not have an assignment for you?” “No.” Then the woman reached into her mouth and pulled out a folded piece of paper that was a faded shade of red and spoke to the girl again.“I am Asherah, Captain of the doorway, I work for Jezebel. She will give you an assignment if you bring back this,” she waved the paper around in her hand, “wet with blood.” The woman took it eagerly, and bowed before Asherah.“Thank you Queen.” She rose up and made her way dragging her chains back up thru the caverns and caves, all the way up, back thru the graves, until she could finally see the sky again. Part 2: Battle Axe The woman resurfaced in a vaguely familiar city. By the street signs and land marks she determined it was Chicago, her old home. The woman tried to remember things from before her last breath, but most of her memories were made up of horrible things she had seen in the center of the earth. She held her folded paper thinking to herself, ‘Now where can I go to get blood.Hospital? No that would not please Jezebel or Asherah. Abortions. Yes a clinic. I’ve been to one before,’ she thought to herself. Then she began to make her way to Rogers Park where there was a Planned Parent Hood. She saw from far away where the building would be a huge spider like creature with a woman’s face hovering overhead, casting webs that shot thru the building and hung over it. As people who were breathing walked in and out of the building they would unknowingly walk into these webs, and the webs would stick to their minds. The webs were thoughts from the spider. She approached the spider and bowed before entering the building. The Spider hissed, “What do you want, judged soul?” The woman trembling responded,“I have come by assignment of Jezebel with permission of Asherah to dip this in human blood.” She said holding up the red folded parchment above her head. Across the street were about twelve people shouting and holding signs that boycotted abortion. Among the twelve there were two women, and one man who had a bright light coming from within their bodies. And in the middle of these three was another Spirit who had no form to himself. The woman could see all this from across the street. The Spirit in the middle of them obviously had great power. It hovered in all directions only among the three. She had not seen a Higher Spirit since she was in the realm of judgment. The Higher Spirit seemed to turn its focus to the woman and the Spider. Than it turned back towards his peoples and said, “Your enemy conspires against you. “ The voice they heard sounded as if it came from within. So the man in the group closed his eyes to become more in tune with the voice and shut out distractions, he said,“I confuse the plans of the enemy right now. The children shall live and not die. Jezebel will not have another sacrificed baby.” As soon as he said this the Higher Spirit blew a strong breath, he was the first spirit that the woman saw breathe at all, and the wind from his breath took away the parchment. The woman shrieked and ran after. The wind was carrying it towards the group of boycotters, but before it reached them a Great black bear with a man’s face caught it up in his paws. The woman ran straight into the bears back, so he turned and struck her with his paw. The bear carried the list back to the Spider and gave it to her. The higher Spirit spoke again.“Speak in my language.” The three heard this clearly inside of them. But the two women thought to themselves ‘They will think I’m mad’, so they didn’t say anything. The man however looked left and right and took a deep breath, and started to speak in an alien language. When the two women heard him they became encouraged and opened their mouths as well. When they did the Higher Spirit was the one actually speaking the language, but the three were only opening their mouths and being a transmitter for the High Spirit. The bear became alarmed, and when he did Ahlarm came up out of the ground. Ahlarm addressed the bear.“Strongman, you take the list and quickly dip it in the blood, and I will stop there attack.” So Strongman turned back towards the building and Ahlarm approached the group. But the Higher Spirit said “I have the Spirit of Power.” And it came out of the woman’s, mouth. Ahlarm could not approach the group, so instead he went towards the other boycotters and caused them to stare at the group and be shocked at their strange demonstration of prayer, because, the spirits were unseen. The other boycotters started talking amongst themselves. “They’re crazy. What the heck are they speaking Arabic?”“What are you saying, what are you guys doing?” They asked the three, but the three shut their eyes and began speaking louder doing their best to ignore the others. When the Spirit saw that Ahlarm was trying to distract them he spoke inside the group again. ‘Call for my counsel’, they all thought. Then one of the women opened her mouth and said,“Lord send your angels to take flight against the principality over this place.” Immediately out of the clouds came twenty men with eagle wings coming down on horses. Ten holding up flaming swords, and ten holding bows and flaming arrows. Before they even reached the ground they began shooting arrows at the Spider. As they passed overhead one Arrow shot from above hit Ahlarm directly in his mouth. He could not speak anymore, and about 1000 gnats flew and scattered. Ahlarm ran back down from where he came from. The Strongman however did not move. He pulled a battle axe from inside of his stomach and protected the Spiders webs for as long as he could. The Spider Flung webs to tie up the Angels with. Then the Strongman would strike them with his axe, so ten angels were being brutally attacked, but the other ten were destroying webs. As they sleighed webs and burned them with their weapons men and women started making their way out of the building shaking their heads as if they had a cold chill, but invisible webs fell to the floor as they did this. As people exited the building the Spider was losing its grip. When the other ten Angels saw this they easily broke the spider’s webs around their bodies. As the people came out of the building four passed with a small faint light coming out of their bodies, similar to the three people praying but their light was much brighter. The Higher Spirit said to them while He had their attention“Join.” On hearing this on their insides two cried and quickly walked away, because they wanted to join but thought less of themselves for even thinking of being at the clinic. Again the Spirit spoke to the two left.”Join.” One thought to herself, ‘I don’t even know how to pray anymore, God would not hear me’, so she stared longingly and walked away. But the last women kept on looking at them, with her hand on her abdomen. Then she joined there group in tears. When she did join ten more angels came down with maces and they came down shouting! They all together struck one of the spider’s legs until it fell off. So they severed the Spiders leg and all the angels shouted for that victory. When they shouted so did the four praying saying “Hallelujah!” When they did all the electricity went out in the building. So all the workers closed up for the day, and everyone who was going to have the surgery went home. When the four saw the people coming out they sang because of their joy. Then the woman who joined later started praying again.“I speak life to these children. Alisha will live and not die. Malachi will live and not die. Javon Jr. will live and not die. Elizabeth will live!” She kept praying but a woman and man with no light on the inside of them stopped and stared, the man watching began crying. The couple was very young, about age 18 at the most. “My names Javon.” said the young man in astonishment. Then the girl crying said,“They think I am having a boy. Who are you praying to?” the couple asked. When they did, the whole battle stopped, the angels did not move all the spirits were still, even the dark ones. The judged soul who had been watching all of this stood perfectly still as well. The man in the group opened up his mouth and the Higher Spirit spoke thru him.“There is a God who loves humanity. He does not want anyone to perish, or to do wrong but He longs that they would even be treated well and highly esteemed as his children. Men and women do so much evil though, that they are not worthy of a righteous God. But He being their creator sent them someone to make up for their wrongs. His only Son came down and was a blood sacrifice for men of all time. His name was Jesus. He lived a Holy life and was the atonement for sin. After he died he even rose again in three days defeating death giving his followers power and authority over evil in the world. All you have to do is except Jesus’ gift with your mouth and let him Lord over your life. In exchange for your love he gives you eternal life, victory on earth, and peace.” The young man Javon had heard this story before and this was the first time he believed“I need a savior” he said. “I need Jesus.” His girl said crying holding her belly. When these words left their mouths the Man on fire who held the book came down with his Hands open. The judged women was afraid because last time she saw him He had condemned her. But this time she saw him He was giving grace to these two people. They prayed after the man, who told the story saying,“Dear Father, I know I have sinned, and I know I don’t deserve you. But I thirst for you, and I repent of my ways. Jesus come into my heart, Holy Spirit steer my life. Thank you for your gift. In Jesus name we pray, Amen.” Jesus went over and hugged these two tightly. When Jesus let go of them he left some of his light inside of them, and then he vanished. Then the angles danced and the Spider and the strongman groaned. As they groaned a crafty angel maneuvered thru webs and had stolen the red list. He brought it to the Higher Spirit which was their goal the entire time. The Holy Spirit engulfed the list and it turned white as snow. Then he opened it up and gave it to one of the angels who came on a horse. He whispered something to the Angel and the Angel rode off towards the east. The judged soul saw her assignment fly away and began to wonder who was going to come punish her. So she snuck away during all of the action. She dragged her chains away thinking about what she had seen, because she never seen anything like that before. She did not know that the spirits of light could defeat the darkness that tortured her. She remembered being in church on Easters when she was living. And she remembered thinking the idea of Jesus was sillier than the bunny with eggs in his basket. But it was too late now. She was a wandering ghost. Part 3: A death in the familyShe traveled from place to place seeing things and not understanding them, as if she were a child lost in the city. She maneuvered around the city until she came to the Sears towers. It felt familiar because it was her old place of work. She went inside and went up to the top of the building and out onto the roof so maybe she could be alone for a moment. Here she saw a man with a business suite and his hair all askew. He was panting and pacing, and his eyes were blood shot red as if he were crying. She saw the look of despair in the man’s eyes. He was contemplating jumping off the building. She said to him “Don’t do that! You will have to face judgment.” But the man could not hear her nor see her. She grabbed him by the arm and his hairs stood on end. But even with that he could not really feel her. He shivered. She shook him and shouted, “Please, don’t jump, I wish I was in your shoes no matter how bad they are-“but before she could finish her statement he had jumped. He landed on top of a car crushing the roof in. The height of the building was so immense that his skull and his neck and his back snapped as soon as he hit the ground. She looked down upon his disfigured body, but as she peered over the ledge she heard sobbing, the sound seemed as if it came from within her so she knew there was an unliving thing on top of the roof with her. When she turned around, low and behold it was the business man! He was pacing about in a panic, just as he was before but this time not panting. Then he ran towards the edge and jumped again. She raced to the edge to see where he went but this time right before he hit the ground he disappeared. Again she saw him pacing, so she decided to speak to him. “Are you alright?” Startled, the man turned towards her.“What are you doing up here? Go down stairs. Leave me alone!” he continued his pacing.“Please, what is wrong? Maybe there is something I can do?” she pleaded.“There is nothing you can do. No one can help me. Just leave me alone. I’m going to end it. All this pain, all this suffering, for what?” and with that he had jumped. Instantaneously he was again on top of the tower. Again she spoke to him.“Why do you want to jump?” he looked at her with a surprised look on his face, “How did you get up here? Who are you?”“I am not sure what my name is anymore.” She said sadly looking towards her chains. Than the man examined her more closely. She was dressed in tattered clothes with ashes and suit all over her skin and hair. She had chains wrapped around her body. He was terrified realizing she was a ghost. The man did not say anything he just crept to the edge. “If you jump you will not stop your pain, you will just live in the worst moment of your life until forever.” He shook his head and replied, “This can’t be happening. I’m seeing things now too? My life is not worth living, what would you know about it if you’re dead?!” Then he jumped over. Again he was on top of the roof. She was going to tell him he was already dead but she decided to leave him be. So that man stayed there, and is still there killing himself thinking he will free himself but really he has enslaved himself to that rooftop. So the judged woman traveled back down the building until she reached the 8th floor. There was something about this floor so she wandered around until she came to a girl whose face she knew but because she has so many bad memories it was impossible to think of anything good. She watched the girl very closely knowing she represented a good thing. The Girl was a young beautiful lady, she had her hair pulled back into a tight bun, she had a light brown complexion but eyes like an Asian; and she wore a pencil skirt and a white button up. The ghost remembered I use to have eyes like that, then for a brief moment the woman remembered she use to be Pilipino before she stopped breathing. The girl she followed carried an empty brown cardboard box into an office and after they walked in the girl closed the door behind her. The ghost hovered over the girls shoulder to see the papers she was rummaging thru but as she did the young lady’s hairs stood on end and she looked over both shoulders. The ghost leaned so closely over her shoulders that she bumped her. The girl sat up anxious and left the room. Ghost woman wondered if the girl had felt her, also she started fumbling thru the papers looking for some sort of clue why everything was vaguely familiar. Usually when the ghost touched things they went back to their place as if no one had touched them, but these things remained settled and did not move from where she put them. When the girl walked back into the office she began hyper ventilating because she just went out to calm her nerves and when she walked right back in although no one was in the room papers were scattered everywhere. The ghost actually was amused by this, but did not understand why she could move those items and none others. The girl left her box behind and told someone on her way towards the elevator, “I can’t do this. I’m going to have to comeback another time.” The ghost followed the girl at a reasonable distance since her presence seemed to distress her. She followed the girl back to Archer Heights and remembered the area as if from a dream, but really this was her old home. They walked in a house together. And a man’s voice greeted the young girl.“Hey. You brought in a draft with you.” The girl looked over her shoulder again because the whole time she had an uncomfortable feeling like the way she felt at the office. “Yeah. Look I could not do it. It felt like she was still there, and I just...” the girl paused as tears filled her eyes but none fell. “..I’m sorry I just can’t touch her stuff. I don’t know how you sleep in that room.”“What makes you think I sleep?” the man said solemnly. The ghost wanted to sigh, but she couldn’t.“I’m sorry dad I just need to be alone.” The girl walked out of the room apparently to cry. The man covered his face with his hands and massaged his forehead saying,“You need to be alone, I hate being alone.” The ghost wanted to sigh but she couldn’t without breath. She began to inspect the house. There were pictures up all around of a pretty Piña the black man who sat at the table except in these pictures he was happy, and what apparently was their daughter, the young girl who was crying now. As she walked down the halls touching all of the pictures, and the pictures actually swinging from her touch she realized…’This is ME. The reason why these things are being affected, why the girl could feel me is because they are mine, or they use to be.’ Then, she wondered if she could find her name written anywhere. She longed to have her identity back, because since she had left her body everyone addressed her as fly, lost soul, wanderer, judged soul, and most often ghost. She searched for days but could not find it. She found out that her old husband’s name was Marcus, and that her daughter’s name was Jaleela but they did not mention her name, and tried not to talk about her. Finally eight days had passed and someone had called for Jocelyn. Marcus answered,“Oh April umm...Jocelyn passed two months ago….All I had was emails so if you were not on her list I could not get in contact with you…We’re hanging in there….Don’t bother, just pray for Jaleela because she’s only 17 and she’s taking this really hard.” Now after that telephone conversation with April, Jocelyn knew her name. It didn’t change her fate it just defined her as something else besides judged. Jaleela came into the house at 2:00 am and even though Marcus was awake he was too weary to confront his daughter. So instead he went outside for a cigarette. Jaleela however, did not come inside of the house alone. Marcus could not see it, but Jocelyn saw a familiar dark spirit enter with Jaleela. It was one of those that carried chains to her on the day she followed the light to wrath. It followed Jaleela closely and whispered things into her ears and the things he whispered sounded as if they were coming from inside of Jaleela, it even imitated her voice, and the manner in which she spoke and it said,“He doesn’t care about me at all. I just remind him of her. How can I come in at 2am on Tuesday and he doesn’t even notice? Mom would have thru a B***fit. “She sighed to herself as he planted these things into her head. “It’s not like he’s more hurt than me. He’s going to be sleeping with women again; he’ll probably meet some tramp and forget about me. But I will never have a mom again. I might as well go start my own family. Maybe I could use Willis.” Willis is the boy whose house she had just left. “Willis would be good for making babies. And who else is going to show me how to be a woman? Not dad. So I might as well just give it to Willis. I’m the only virgin left in my group of friends anyways. We’ve been dating for two whole months. He’s been there for me since she died.” Then her eyes filled up with tears again. “Willis loves me. He’s the only one who loves me. Dad only cares about himself.” After the spirit said these things to her she kept thinking about them over and over until she accepted them as her own thoughts and agreed with it. Then out of the demons mouth he threw up a chain of self deception and wrapped it around her feet. Jocelyn watched all this in horror. She remembered thinking her father never loved her, and losing her precious virginity on a guy she had just met. Jocelyn had such a bad relationship with her father, and she always blamed it on him. The familiar turned to her and motioned for her to stay quite. When he did this she had lost her ability to speak. Then he pointed to her chains and they tightened themselves around her. The Spirit turned his head sideways like an owl does and said to her“They’re mine. And so are you. I’m taking you back when I’m thru with them.“ Then he turned his head back and he mused over his victory in this house. Jocelyn knew he had every intention of taking her back to the depths, but she was determined to communicate to her widowed husband before she left him. Outside his bed room door Marcus was smoking on his porch. And wrapped around his lungs though he could not see it was a chain whose links were made up of black smoke. For every cigarette he smoked a link was added. Jocelyn approached Marcus on the porch and touched his hand. A cold chill went thru his body. Then she took hold of the chain and carefully unwrapped it and put it around her own neck. As soon as she put it on herself the chain materialized and became heavy like iron, also Marcus threw down the cigarette he was smoking and flung the pack into the street. Jocelyn was strengthened by this and spoke to him. “Marcus.” He could not hear her with his physical ears but he sensed something although he did not know what it was. He just had a feeling someone was calling him from about a mile away. Again she said “Marcus.” He turned and started to cry because he was feeling lonely and hopeless. So she touched him and spoke to him at the same time “Marcus. I saw Jesus save someone. He can save you and Jaleela. Go to Jesus, Marcus. I don’t want you to end up like me.” Marcus did not hear her, but he felt so uneasy that the only thing he could think to do to calm his nerves was to read his dusty old bible. He went back into his room and pulled his old bible from under his bed. He opened it up to Psalms 25. When he opened his bible she saw light, like a diamonds reflection in a mirror coming from the book. It was making the ceiling glittery. But Marcus could not see this. He only saw the truth. While he read an Angel from heaven came down in a white robe, it had appeared to have the body of a Kingfish, and it swam thru the air instead of flying with wings. It read the words out loud as the man read to himself, and every now and then it would give incite as to what the passage meant. The familiar spirit sensed the angel’s presence and quickened his feet into the room. “Why are you here? And what do you think you’re doing?” said the spirit with an angered look on his face.“I am here on assignment. “Then boldly he continued to read to the man without a second glance to the Familiar who kept creeping further into the room.“This man belongs to me as if you don’t know. I live in this house. Who are you to come inside?”“I am Basi; I make God’s knowledge basic to man. Gabrielle is my head. The High and Mighty Spirit told Gabrielle that this man Marcus has prayed for understanding. I was to deliver his understanding once he picked up his bible. See, I have been waiting to fulfill this assignment for almost four years. I have not influenced him to pick it up, or stopped you from binding him, yet I see no chains on him and his will is to read; so do not stop me from carrying out the word I was sent to give.”“So what am I to do? Wait until you win him over?! No. You will leave my house.”“I have not stopped you from your assignment.” The angel said pointing to Jocelyn draped in chains. “Dare you stop me from mine?”“I have no concern with flies.” The Demon said this snarling. The demon pulled the horns out of his head and jumped towards Basi swinging them like Sais. But Basi flipped in the air like a fish jumping out of water and reached from the pages of the book and drew out a sword and blocked the Sais. “I am Deceptunot!” He cried as he jumped back and forth swinging his Sais at his enemy. “I bind the living.” he said tearing a scale as he aimed to hook the fish on his mouth. “I have kept this family since the ancestors came off of a slave ship. And you want to counsel the head of the household?” He said indignantly, and with every attack Basi flipped and blocked was much faster.“By Gabrielle’s orders!” He said then, like a shark, all in one move Basi nose dived toward Deceptunot and struck his hands and his mouth; so he was badly injured. Deceptunot shook violently and Jocelyn was afraid. She knew that soon he would take out his wrath on her since she was the only one weak left to attack. She did not want to leave her family but she knew Basi would not help her, and it was good enough that he was making the bible basic to her past husband. So once again she crept out before anyone could notice. No time to kiss her family goodbye. No time to be reminiscent. The best place for her was away from society, so she made her way to Shawnee National Forrest hoping to just be away from anything that would take her back, so she wandered and dragged her chains gradually.