2 hours ago
“…the visage of my deceased stepmother, Eleni, appeared in the room. She was strategically positioned between Vasili's abandoned crutch leaning against the wall and the table where I had placed the newly-titled manuscript. .
Eleni raised a withered arm, silently pointing to the TORN SLIPPER, its pages rifling, furiously. .
Cold. The room turned so cold, and icy. I could see my shallow breath as it escaped my lips in erratic gasps. .
I sensed something behind me. I spun around. Vasili loomed just inches from my person! .
"Vasili!" I cried out, "You don't know what you're doing! Something is horribly wrong! Eleni is in the room!" .
I turned sharply to face Eleni's ghost who was now pointing at us. .
“You,” she shrieked, “you will break your leg!" .
"Get out," I screamed at the evil, "In the name of God, get out!" .
I turned to Vasili, "She said you're going to break your leg! Put the basket down NOW!" .
Gibberish and vile obscenities oozed from Vasili's mouth. All fear suddenly left me. I yanked the laundry basket from his hands, and took a step back. .
I heard it first. Something suddenly slid across the floor, striking the back of my heel.
An unnatural silence engulfed the room. .
My heart gripped with terror, unfathomable terror.
My body jerked and was thrust straight up with tremendous force - until my feet struck the 12-foot cathedral ceiling. .
A dark mist slowly manifested in front of me. I turned my head to the side and looked down where I caught the image of myself reflected in the glass coffee table below. .
My brain screamed, 'This isn't just my spirit! I'm physically in the air!' Where is gravity, I wondered? Had the earth stopped revolving, has everything come to a screeching halt? Am I not really in the air, but lying face down on what was once my ceiling? .
I began to pray that if I were to be dropped I would not fall directly on the table - for it would be my final fall. .
I prayed, "Oh God, oh God, help me! How long will I be held captive in this time and space, where all laws of physics are nonexistent?" 😇To be continued... TORN SLIPPER(c)
A Supernatural Memoir
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