CHAPTER TWO -> NEW BEGINNING?

It’s so nice to have you here again. Hope you are in good health? So how did you see my resurrection? Wasn’t what you were expecting right? Yeah me too. I was expecting a lot of lightening and thunder but He gave me a weak ass resurrection. Not even a welcome back party. Anyways let’s get on with this, shall we?

THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES IN

LIFE EXCEPT TO FEEL REMORSE

->CARLOS RUIZ ZAFN

Thanks to the headache, I remember it now. I felt it again, this time worse than before. I relived the moment. There I was laying on my bed having the same dream over and over and over and over and over and over… I think that’s enough. Oh wait, one more , and over again.

I lost count of the times I had the same dream in one night, we were in the car driving to the park, to where I hoped to make up for being a bad daddy.

Audrey was the one who brought up the song we sang in the car. We were singing Baby Shark. Don’t give me that look, it is catchy and easy to memorize with its highly repetitive lyrics and its upbeat tune can turn a frown upside down. I know you are singing it right now, if you ain’t, you better start before I hex you twenty years of bad luck or something

And that's when it happened. We were all in the groove until the fog came. It came out of nowhere. One moment the road was clear, the next we could barely see through the fog. The car accelerated despite my foot being on the brakes and the said brakes stopped working. My vehicle which I had bought with my own money was suddenly no longer mine to command. My wife noticed as I wrestled with the controls despite my attempts to conceal my despair.

"It's not working?" She asked.

"The brakes ain't working. Nothing is working."

"Get us into a bush or something."

"The wheels are not working either!"

"What the fuck?"

By this time the kids were already scared. I looked at the rear view mirror and saw Audrey holding her sister. She was as strong as her mother.

The two front tyres burst and the car flung in the air somersaulting several times. I stopped counting after five.

The car was upside down and I could detect the smell of fuel and smoke heavy in the air.

Finally someone woke me up from this maze of a dream, back to an even more confusing reality.

“Mr Woods? Are you awake Mr Woods?” a soft voice called.

I opened my eyes to the one calling. It was a dark skinned nun. Her skin seemed to glow and she had ocean blue eyes. She was very pretty, possibly prettier than Sister Alex. I had hoped it to be her though.

“My name is Sister Elizabeth. I’m filling in for Sister Alexandra."

She kept my breakfast on a stool next to my bed 

These people were taking care of me really well. I hoped to repay them when I got out of here

“If you need anything don’t hesitate to let me know.” She said before leaving

One week later and I was ready to go home

I had prepared myself to leave when I discovered I was not alone in my room.

Alex stood at my door.

“You want to go without saying goodbye?”

“Alex…”

“Sister Alexandra…” she corrected.

“I asked Father George of you but he said you were praying and I didn’t want to disturb your conversation with you-know-who.”

“You are funny. Well I’m done now.”

“I’m glad I could humor you. A handshake or hug, what will it be?”

“Handshake will do.” She extended her hand.

“Thanks for your benevolence” shakes her hand

“Just doing the will of God”

I still didn’t believe in Him so I ignored her

“You are not going to talk to your family? I was told you haven’t been to their grave. Don’t tell me you blame yourself for-"

“If I had come home on time or if I didn’t persist on taking them out late at night they would still be alive, wouldn’t they?”

“God knows why He made it this way.”

“He made a huge mistake” I said and left the room.

I met Father George outside the church. He just came out of his car.

“Mr Woods I see you are on your way out.”

“Yes that’s what it looks like.”

“I’m sure your health is fully restored?”

“All thanks to you guys, you know.”

“We are happy to help you. We are all instruments in God’s work”

This talk again. It was as if they were programmed

“Do you have a place to stay? 

“I have a friend. I’m sure he will be happy to see me.” Yeah sure, when he gets over the ‘Oh my God you’re alive!’ bit.

“That’s good. Bow your head let me pray for you.”

“No thanks. I’m good.”

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Harper Stevens was my best friend. We went to the same high school and college, so we had been friends for a long time. We had our fights like everyday best friends out there but we were tight like brothers. I hated him back then because he always put me into trouble with his night out parties. He loved to party and I bet he was still not married

He is a cardiac surgeon just like my wife. He was one of those dumbass that name their house. He called his Lucy. Lucy was fully integrated in a man-made pine forest. Instead of the usual solid base, the building stood on the so called screw base. The building consisted of two separate rooms with a common guest hall.

I rung the bell three times before he answered.

He was in a bathing robe with red furry slippers. There was handcuffs in his right hand. I guess it was safe to say last night was really wild since he is a man that loves role-play.

“Bloody Hell! Ghost!” he shouted and ran back inside.

See? I told you

Come on Harper this ain’t a way to greet your friend that came back from the dead

He picked up his phone and dialed.

“911, what’s your emergency”, came the response through the phone.

“There is a ghost in my house!”

I opened the door and came inside laughing at him. I was so enjoying this.

“Excuse me sir, could you repeat what you just said?”

“My best friend’s ghost is in my house and it is laughing at me. I think it wants to kill me. Send help please, I don’t wanna die

“Sure thing, sir. Wait a minute let me ask my grandmother for the Ghostbusters number or maybe I’ll get R.L. Stine to look into it, maybe one of his books has an explanation..”

“What? This is not a joke, I’m serious”

“Have a nice day, sir.” The line went dead.

“They think it’s a prank call, Harper but I’m here to haunt you”

I was enjoying this until the bastard pulled his gun on me

Seriously who pulls a gun at a ghost?

“Don’t do it, Harper”

“You shouldn’t have come here, ghost

“I’m not a ghost. It’s really me, Mason. Come on touch me”

“No stay back!” he yelled.

I took one step forward.

Then he pulled the trigger.

That’s it for this week’s Confessions Of An Exorcist. Goodbye for now.

A/N: I’m glad you guys met Harper,  I wanted to give him my name but my editor thinks Harper Stevens suits him more.  What do you guys think? 

He is somehow like me but not really like me.  Did that make sense? I hope it did. 

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