Entangled

It happens again tonight as I lay down to sleep, drifting towards unconsciousness, I feel a certain presence around me. I jerk up, eyes wide open searching, nothing, as usual. I lay back down gripping my Bible closer to my chest, seeking for comfort within the holy pages, repeating it's words I had memorized. They lure me to sleep with a false sense of security.

It still comes, hovering over me. I open my eyes to find myself staring into a pit of blackness. I try to repeat those comforting words but they leave my brain in a whoosh. Screaming doesn't work either. It feels like I'm being held under water, struggling doesn't seem to work. 

It has been this way since Emeka died. fourteen days and his spirit still clings to mine, the villagers said we shared a life force, twins must be together even in death. Mama sent Papa to get help from the priests in the neighbouring villages. Help was taking too long. I decide to let go, let him have his way, I do miss him after all. He seems to sense that, I feel him leading my spirit out of my body just as I hear a familiar Latin phrase being chanted.

His hold on my spirit weakens.

The priest to perform the exorcism has finally arrived.

posted by Gracee