Subj: Grammar Story -- 31
Date: 8/7/00 6:13:20 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix

Jeremiah struggled against his invisible bonds with very little success. He knew whatever was inhabiting his body was not strong enough to defeat Barnabas. Barnabas was too powerful, and for he first time since he knew who the witch was he was truly terrified for himself.

How long could he remain outside his body and live? He didn't know. There were no answers for him, he had never had to ask these questions before. His knowledge had been in shipbuilding, and in his travels he had seen and heard of black magic, and had scoffed. Feeling his spirit weaken, he noticed his body begin to slump against Barnabas.

Just as he was about to give up something stronger and more poweful than he had ever imagined began to war with the ghost that had possessed his body. He caught a glimpse of it, it was not a female ghost, of that he was certain. Barnabas seemed unaware of the battle going on in the spiritual realm that hovered around him. Jeremiah wondered briefly if Barnabas could even see ghosts, probably not, he reasoned unless they wanted him too, because he was already dead.

Was Barnabas dead? He didn't even know what Barnabas was, just that he was something evil and foul. He chastised himself for not staying focussed, thinking about Barnabas was destructive indeed. He saw Barnabas stroking his neck, softly, gently, and he felt the sensations of pleasure go through him, but there would be no relief, just unending torture.

He wanted to weep, but couldn't, only endure the agony. Then he heard it, evil laughter.