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been so proud.
Not that it really mattered since his efforts to keep his eyes to himself weren’t always so successful. Sara had no idea he was there in the house, of course, and she’d run through the house in her underwear more than once, giving Patrick his first true hard-on in decades, another thing he found bizarre. He’d definitely spent inordinate amounts of time whacking off in his room or the bathroom before he’d died, but it didn’t even occur to him once while he was dead to fantasize about sex. Hell , if he’d thought of it, he would have passed the time taking care of whatever ghostly needs he had instead of feeling sorry for himself or sleeping.
He wasn’t even sure what would happen if he did jerk off. He’d been thinking about it more and more over the past couple of weeks, laughing his ass off while contemplating the nature of ghostly jizz and what God would think of it, if there was a God who was paying attention. He wasn’t so sure anymore. Whatever the case, he wondered if it was still a mortal sin if he touched himself while dead. Or undead. Or whatever he was.
By the time he turned around, Jules was dressed in a blue t-shirt and under the covers. She retrieved her phone on the end table and settled back. Patrick stared as she push ed the buttons .
“Hey, honey,” she said quietly. “Yeah, I miss you too. No… no, she’s still in spiritual trouble. I’ve tried… yes, I have. I don’t know… well, I can’t just give up – she’s my sister.”
“Spiritual trouble?” Patrick repeated, forehead wrinkling in confusion.
“Yes, and now she thinks there’s a ghost in the house… yes, I told her the house needed to be blessed, but she laughed it off. I’m going to do it myself when I get off the phone with you, but I’m a poor excuse for… yes, of course.”
Patrick had no idea what blessing the house would accomplish, but he kind of hoped she’d try it. As much as he liked hanging out with Sara, if Jules could do something to, you know, bump him into the next life, he wouldn’t say no. He vaguely remembered it was supposed to clear out the bad spirits. Hell , maybe he was a bad spirit.
“Uh huh. Yeah, there’s a bit of Holy Water and oil in my bag… well, I wasn’t about to come here without it. Sara still hasn’t accepted that the divorce – well, no, of course not. Yes, I’ll be careful. Okay, I love you too. Good night, sweetheart.”
He found it a little strange this woman travelled with Holy Water, and he wasn’t overly fond of the way she’d been talking about Sara either.
“Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse does not come to rest,” Jules muttered, digging in her duffel bag. She drew out two small vials, and Patrick raised his eyebrow as she crawled out of bed and walked around the room.
She wiped something on the front door and along the sill of the windows and said, “I anoint this house with oil and place it under the lordship of Jesus Christ. Oh God, use this house for your glory and post angels at each door and window.”
“I think God’s a little busy,” Patrick said, trying not to laugh. “This house really isn’t on his radar.”
Jules opened the other vial and poured something into her hands, which she sprinkled onto the carpet, a few drops passing straight through Patrick. “I am countering any curse on this house or demon in it with the blood of Jesus Christ, and I take my authority from Him.”
He waited to feel different, for Jules to prove him wrong. If he were a demon, shouldn’t God have zapped him by now? Shouldn’t he feel compelled to leave the house? He didn’t even so much as have an itch on his arm, so he figured he was fine. Would this work to banish ghosts too? It didn’t seem like it.
“I speak peace here in the name of Jesus,” Jules intoned, scuttling toward the kitchen and keeping her voice low. “I invite you to come, Holy Spirit, and fill this place. Demon or ghost,
Not that it really mattered since his efforts to keep his eyes to himself weren’t always so successful. Sara had no idea he was there in the house, of course, and she’d run through the house in her underwear more than once, giving Patrick his first true hard-on in decades, another thing he found bizarre. He’d definitely spent inordinate amounts of time whacking off in his room or the bathroom before he’d died, but it didn’t even occur to him once while he was dead to fantasize about sex. Hell , if he’d thought of it, he would have passed the time taking care of whatever ghostly needs he had instead of feeling sorry for himself or sleeping.
He wasn’t even sure what would happen if he did jerk off. He’d been thinking about it more and more over the past couple of weeks, laughing his ass off while contemplating the nature of ghostly jizz and what God would think of it, if there was a God who was paying attention. He wasn’t so sure anymore. Whatever the case, he wondered if it was still a mortal sin if he touched himself while dead. Or undead. Or whatever he was.
By the time he turned around, Jules was dressed in a blue t-shirt and under the covers. She retrieved her phone on the end table and settled back. Patrick stared as she push ed the buttons .
“Hey, honey,” she said quietly. “Yeah, I miss you too. No… no, she’s still in spiritual trouble. I’ve tried… yes, I have. I don’t know… well, I can’t just give up – she’s my sister.”
“Spiritual trouble?” Patrick repeated, forehead wrinkling in confusion.
“Yes, and now she thinks there’s a ghost in the house… yes, I told her the house needed to be blessed, but she laughed it off. I’m going to do it myself when I get off the phone with you, but I’m a poor excuse for… yes, of course.”
Patrick had no idea what blessing the house would accomplish, but he kind of hoped she’d try it. As much as he liked hanging out with Sara, if Jules could do something to, you know, bump him into the next life, he wouldn’t say no. He vaguely remembered it was supposed to clear out the bad spirits. Hell , maybe he was a bad spirit.
“Uh huh. Yeah, there’s a bit of Holy Water and oil in my bag… well, I wasn’t about to come here without it. Sara still hasn’t accepted that the divorce – well, no, of course not. Yes, I’ll be careful. Okay, I love you too. Good night, sweetheart.”
He found it a little strange this woman travelled with Holy Water, and he wasn’t overly fond of the way she’d been talking about Sara either.
“Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse does not come to rest,” Jules muttered, digging in her duffel bag. She drew out two small vials, and Patrick raised his eyebrow as she crawled out of bed and walked around the room.
She wiped something on the front door and along the sill of the windows and said, “I anoint this house with oil and place it under the lordship of Jesus Christ. Oh God, use this house for your glory and post angels at each door and window.”
“I think God’s a little busy,” Patrick said, trying not to laugh. “This house really isn’t on his radar.”
Jules opened the other vial and poured something into her hands, which she sprinkled onto the carpet, a few drops passing straight through Patrick. “I am countering any curse on this house or demon in it with the blood of Jesus Christ, and I take my authority from Him.”
He waited to feel different, for Jules to prove him wrong. If he were a demon, shouldn’t God have zapped him by now? Shouldn’t he feel compelled to leave the house? He didn’t even so much as have an itch on his arm, so he figured he was fine. Would this work to banish ghosts too? It didn’t seem like it.
“I speak peace here in the name of Jesus,” Jules intoned, scuttling toward the kitchen and keeping her voice low. “I invite you to come, Holy Spirit, and fill this place. Demon or ghost,
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