The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down Novels & Stories

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood.

“God of heaven!! Unto whom the Spirits of the righteous are made perfect, you gave us the order to raise altars unto you in this citadel; come Oh King!! Come and unveil, expose the satanic vessels you promised to make known their assignments in this citadel, Come!! Come!! Come!!! Jesus Come!!” Soon, shouts and falling were the order, the prayer warriors were immediately carrying them to the front of the chapel prefect. He lays his hands on them and prays for them. Suddenly at a time, there was a strong repulsion from one of them, and not just repulsion, the chapel prefect was shoved down by the huge boy. Much attention was not given to the two until a thick loud voice was heard and everywher

“...You’re imagining it.” “And you’re walking differently.” “That one is definitely in your imagination.” “What are they doing to you in that rich-people house?” “Making me walk, putting me in weird shoes, and forcing me to dance.” “Are you being held captive?” “Sometimes I wonder.” ◇ At two, work started. And once it did, everything felt normal again. “Coffee refill?” “Please.” “Coming right up.” “Riley, table three!” “Got it!” Orders. Plates.

Tossing and turning like a rotisserie chicken, sleep wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole. Every time I squeezed my eyelids shut, Sage's smug smirk and the whole rogue alpha thing popped back up like unwanted houseguests. Ugh.Finally, after what felt like a year of staring at the ceiling, I threw the covers off. Operation: Catch Sage Red-Handed was a go. Grabbing my baggiest clothes and a baseball cap that looked like it belonged to my grandpa, I snuck outta my room like a ninja on a sugar rush.

His wolf claws reach out for me and Colby was quick to push me away from his reach. I stagger back and fall back to the shattered window and like those slow motions acts, I watch things escalate. As I fall I see Shawn and Colby killing Ambrose's men in their wolf forms viciously. I avert my gaze to the beautiful sky above and wonder when will I be in peace. As I am falling I call out to God. 'I am falling' 'your humble servant needs you' 'Please save me 'Save me from this world' 'take me ' 'I am falling'

I felt my entire body shake, and I was unable to continue standing. I was out of energy to continue fighting him, and my mind was going a million miles per hour. I fell down, but he caught my fall by wrapping his arm around my waist and helping me stand back up. My spirit was departing my body, and I could feel a heaviness building up in my eyes. It became more and more difficult to maintain them open.

"No, I'm not interested in your horseshit!" An invisible force pulled me back into the toilet and the door slammed shut. I took in a shaky breath, my heart ramming in my chest "Can you just listen!" Roxie snapped, hands in her pocket signalling impatience. "That day at the library we released a nightmare Spirit." Brea explained "And it's attached to you, it's feeding off your energy." I was so mad, I was literally seeing red "Well that wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to me."

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

An elder asked and I just looked at him. “To who? For what?" I wondered but didn't say anything. I just wanted this to be over and done with and the last thing I would do would be to beg for my life. “Okay, if there is nothing else, please open the gap. Serena, may the spirits guide your soul,” he said and I closed my eyes. I was ready. I was smiling. I heard the click as the gap at my feet gave and I felt it, as in slow motion, as I fell.

“And here I was thinking I’d stop by to see my favorite nurse.” Spirit snorted. She rolled her eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into the back of her head. “Not today, Chase. I’m really not doing this with you. I have a mountain of work waiting for me.” She hugged the stack of paperwork tightly against her chest and pushed herself to her feet. But unfortunately, the slippery floor had other plans. The rubber sole of her sneaker let out a loud squeak. Before she realized what was happening, her foot slid forward. “Oh—!”