I was awakened by a man talking to me.
“The Devil has my name.”
“Um...what? Who are you? Do you know what time it is?” I scrubbed my face in frustration. Sometimes the deceased or ghosts forget that the physical body needs sleep.
“The Devil has my name,” he repeated.
“I don't get it. What does that even mean?”
I felt his energy shift as he prepared to tell me his story...Read More
by Jan Toomer
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