Angry Ghosts and Spiritual Battles

That angry spirit was back. He was not used to females walking away from his attacks, not in life or death. He was a powerful being, and my “defiance” deserved “eternal punishment delivered by his righteous hand.” I was an affront to his Divine Presence. Um…yeah, if you could tone down the scary dance? It’s getting old.

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Of Course It’s Haunted!

Naturally, a medium and psychopomp would be drawn to a haunted house. I still remember the pained look on the real estate agent’s face when he disclosed the former owner had died on the premises. His closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead when I told him, “Ghosts don’t bother me. I grew up with one.” Not sure if it was relief or deepening concern.

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Dead Girls Love My Husband
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Dead Girls Love My Husband

I immediately saw the ghost floating some ten or fifteen feet away. Bright, curly red hair, hands on hips, and a tattered, layered dress with grimy lace. The bumps and lines on her face told of years of hard alcohol. Her energy was hard and spiky, accompanied by a glare that was just as fierce. All that changed though when she saw him. My husband.

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The Ghost That Followed Us Home
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The Ghost That Followed Us Home

The ghost lady in the back seat wasn’t the first to hitch a ride with us, but she was clearly distressed. Thin, willowy, with her youthful beauty heavily scarred by sorrow, the dead lady kept looking longingly at my husband from where she perched behind him in the car. She was going to take a little extra effort.

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