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    Oliver: Emunah Short Stories, #2
    Oliver: Emunah Short Stories, #2
    Oliver: Emunah Short Stories, #2
    Ebook81 pages40 minutesEmunah Short Stories

    Oliver: Emunah Short Stories, #2

    By Janice Wee

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    Oliver is a soul winner with a target on his back. A mysterious being of pure evil from the spiritual realm has asked for him. As his world plunges into a downward spiral, will he truimph?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJanice Wee
    Release dateJun 8, 2024
    ISBN9798227805324
    Oliver: Emunah Short Stories, #2
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    Janice Wee

    Janice Wee is Straits Born Chinese from Singapore. She is a sixth generation Singaporean, the daughter of two English teachers and who spent her childhood in libraries. Learn more about the worlds and characters in her stories in her website janicewee.com

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      Oliver - Janice Wee

      Ghosts

      Have you ever had the feeling that someone or something is watching you? You feel eyes boring through you, but when you look up, there’s no one around.

      That was the case in Denver’s old house.

      He’s gone. Presumed dead with his wife, their ashes mixed and sent home in an ornate box from the East. It was a holiday gone wrong.

      Daddy’s ghost visited me last week. He told me Aaron is with him and Mummy in hell, she shuddered. Mummy visited after that, then Aaron, confirming Daddy’s story.

      Oliver wrapped his arms around his baby sister, drawing her into a hug. Those are familiar spirits masquerading as Daddy, Mummy and Aaron. Ignore them.

      Lydia froze as she stared into empty air. They’re not happy with you. They want you to quit going to church.

      An eerie chill swept the room as an apparition appeared.

      Oliver cried, I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, to leave!

      The strange thing vanished. The oppression lifted.

      Peace reigned once more in the house.

      You chased Daddy, Mummy and Aaron away, Lydia chided her eldest brother. They keep me company every night.

      Oliver had long since moved out of the family home. Lydia lived alone, surrounded by memories of their departed family.

      What? Oliver stood dumbfounded as his sister stormed away. His eyes fell on the lacquered box on the living room mantle. It gave him the creeps. Their contacts claimed they had seen both parents killed, and their bodies burned by the mob. The authorities sent boxes that contained ashes of the victims to their families in the aftermath of the massacre.

      Wiping angry tears from his eyes, he doubted if that box held his parents remains. Lydia’s rejection of her faith and embrace of strange doctrine coincided with its entry into their family home. He would have thrown it out. Burned it, if not for Lydia’s vehement protests.

      Sighing, he sunk into a chair and stared at his phone.

      A viral video made its way to his news feed. A savage with a metal spear saved a teenager from a wild boar. The camera focused on the bearded man for a split second, before the man escaped into the woods.

      Oliver replayed the video, freezing it to examine the wild man’s face. He knew those eyes. That’s his father. His dad’s death was a sham!

      The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. John 10:10 KJV, Oliver meditated on the verse as he closed the Bible his father had given him when he was ten.

      Considering what’s been happening in the family home with Lydia, it made perfect sense. New Age teachings fascinated Lydia. That fascination turned into an obsession. Now, she’s communing with familiar spirits impersonating their parents and late brother.

      Sighing, Oliver resolved to investigate his father’s disappearance, but with a fresh mind. Such thoughts filling his mind, he drifted asleep.

      The streets were busy even though it was late at night.

      Brothels thrived beside casinos. Gaudy lights and heavy drums set the scene for blatant debauchery. The streets reeked of alcohol. And vomit.

      It was a regular Saturday night in the city’s entertainment hub. Lust hung heavy as a temptress sashayed towards Oliver. Her alluring scent enveloping him, drew him into her web.

      Oliver, the siren

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