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I\u2019m not sure what I\u2019d been expecting to get out of my conversation with the pastor, but whatever it was, I hadn\u2019t gotten it. I put my reservations aside and knocked three times on the door. Eldon let me in with a pleasant greeting and I switched places with him. I was immediately greeted by a horrible sight. This time, instead of a small, wrinkled being, a monstrous form stood in front of me in full demon regalia\u2014warts all over its skin, horns coming from its head, misshapen joints, jagged teeth.<\/p>\n

The thing must\u2019ve stood seven feet tall. It was almost as if the demon was going intentionally overboard in its attempt to unsettle me, and it worked. I thought back to what I was told in training to help calm myself\u2014The demon cannot physically harm you while you\u2019re in the room. I sat on the chair and looked to the ground. The demon resumed its staring game from the night before, but this time I could feel it penetrating my thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou brought a book with you tonight. Are you going to read me some stories?\u201d it asked with a baritone voice. I\u2019d brought a small bible with me, stuffed into my pants pocket. It had belonged to my father. \u201cDid you really think that would help you?\u201d the demon asked.<\/p>\n

It moved closer, with its face only inches from mine. Its breath smelled of rotten fish. \u201cThe Bible is one of my favorite books. Will you read it to me?\u201d My hands clenched together until my knuckles were white. The demon chuckled. \u201cYou brought that book because you believe it will give you protection, and now that I ask you to read it to me, you remain silent? You must not have much faith after all.\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached into my pocket, pulled the Bible out, and opened it to the New Testament. \u201cNo. The Old Testament is far more interesting. Read 2 Kings 2:23,\u201d the demon said. I ignore the request and started reading the verse I wanted, \u201cGod made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God\u2026\u201d \u201cRead me what I asked for,\u201d the demon interrupted. \u201cOr are you afraid that there are certain parts of the Bible that won\u2019t hold up?\u201d<\/p>\n

I paused, then flipped to the Old Testament and read the requested passage. \u201cElisha left Jericho to go to Bethel, and on the way some boys came out of a town and made fun of him. \u2018Get out of here, baldy!\u2019 they shouted. Elisha turned around, glared at them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two she-bears came out of the woods and tore forty-two of the boys to pieces\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

my voice trailed off.<\/p>\n

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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author and publisher. OceanofPDF.com AND THE UNIVERSE BLINKED It was nearly five a.m., and my son Fredrick still wasn\u2019t back from the dead.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt will happen early,\u201d Gabriella had promised me. \u201cYou\u2019ll be able to spend most of the day with him.\u201d I was shaky\u2014nervous. What if he doesn\u2019t remember me? What if something goes wrong? But what could go wrong? I\u2019d done my part\u2014paid for this day in blood, and I had been assured that everything would work out smoothly.<\/p>\n

Even though he had passed away when he was five, he would be coming back to me from a time when he was a three-year-old. What did he like to do at that age? The park, the zoo, the merry-go-round? Actually, all of those if I remembered correctly. I stayed in my bedroom as instructed. \u201cListen for him,\u201d I\u2019d been told. \u201cYou\u2019ll hear him waking up in his bed. He\u2019ll call to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

His bedroom, which had been stripped bare in the years after his death, had been hurriedly slapped back together as best as I could remember. His toddler bed was pulled from the garage rafters, his nightstand and lamp reclaimed from a dusty corner of the attic, and some toys were retrieved from the moth-eaten boxes in the hall closet. As the first morning rays of sunlight poked their way through the crack between the curtains, I heard a small body tossing and turning in the other room.<\/p>\n

I held my breath. \u201cDaddy? Mommy?\u201d I bolted from my bed, almost tripping over my own feet in my haste to get to his bedroom. And there he was\u2014real. His yawn turned into a smile as he saw me enter the room. Without hesitating, I grabbed him in a big bear hug. \u201cGood morning, Daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice sounded so young, so cute. Fredrick was exactly as I remembered him. His voice wavered a bit as he glanced around the room. \u201cHey where\u2019s Bossy at?\u201d Bossy? I paused in thought for a second. \u201cOhhh, Bossy Bear\u2026<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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