The Cannibalistic Ghost

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My name is Jason Prescott and my story starts on an ordinary day, doing ordinary things. Isn’t that how these stories always start?

My wife Lacy and I decided to spend our Saturday afternoon checking out local antique stores.  Lacy found a beautiful table.  It was large, made of sold oak, and exquisite looking.  The price tag said the table was marked down to ten dollars; however, it was easily worth a hundred times that amount.

That probably should have been a clue that something was wrong.  In our excitement, we didn’t even think about that and bought the table on the spot.

We put the table in our dinning room and went to bed.  I kept hearing strange noises throughout the night.  It sounded like wind sweeping through tree leaves.  I checked all the windows to make sure they were closed and then I went back to bed.

In the morning, I went into the dinning room and found our new table was covered in a red sticky substance.  I asked my wife about it and she was just as flabbergasted as I was.

We cleaned the table and took the dirty rags to the laundry room.  When we returned our table was once again covered in red sticky stuff and a man was standing next to it.

This was no ordinary man.  I could see right through him, so I figured he had to be a ghost.  His eyes were evil and when he opened his mouth, blood came pouring out of it.

We both screamed and rushed out of the house.

I went to the antique store and asked the owner about the table.  At first she tried to ignore me and kept saying she didn’t accept returns.  Finally, I got in her face and yelled, “What are you not telling me!”

She looked down in shame and said the table belonged to Frank Stein.  Frank was a serial killer that used to cook his victims and serve them to his unsuspecting friends on that table.  He was executed just a few weeks ago.

I was sickened by the very thought of what Frank had done.  I started trembling with fear.  My wife was home alone with the ghost of a cannibal.

I jumped in my car and flew home.  I was speeding out of control and ran every stop sign along the way.  I had to get back as soon as possible.

Part of me was thinking, “This is crazy.  There is no such thing as ghosts.  What could a ghost do anyway?”  I also know what I saw in my dinning room.  I know Frank Stein is in my house and just as evil now as he was when he was alive.

I entered the house and called out to my wife several times, but she didn’t answer.  I approached the dinning room door, I was filled with so much fear my body reacted by vomiting on the floor.  My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to faint.

I slowly raised my hand and opened the door.  There was my wife dead on the table and Frank Stein was standing over her with a fork and a knife.  Frank looked at me with an evil grin. His eyes blazed red and blood was dripping from his mouth.

I screamed and started running toward the front door.  It felt like my legs were made of rubber.  I could feel Frank’s breath on the back of my neck and it smelled rotten.  Somehow, I made it out the door and collapsed in the yard.

Frank stood at the window and started laughing.

I went to the garage and grabbed several cans of gasoline.  I poured the gas all around the house and set it on fire.  It may seem drastic, but I wanted to destroy Frank and everything he touched in the house.

The fire department and the police arrived on the scene.  I was questioned extensively, of course no one believed my story.

I was convicted of murdering my wife and sentenced to spend the remainder of my life in the Shelly Psychiatric Center for the Criminally Insane.

My only comfort is knowing I severed Frank Stein’s tie to this world and he can never harm another person.

Demons and Dead Pigs (Matthew 8:28-34)

Jesus had just arrived in Gadarenes when two demon-possessed men came out from the tombs.  These men were so violent that nobody could enter the tombs or even pass by them.

The men cried out to Jesus, “What have you to do with us, O Son of God?  Have you come here to torment us before the time?”  (ESV)

The demons acknowledged the divinity of Jesus and his ultimate victory over evil.

The demons then requested to be cast into a herd of pigs.  Jesus agreed, they went into the pigs, and the pigs ran into the sea where they all drowned.

When the people in the city discovered what happened they were terrified and begged Jesus to leave their region.

I wonder what became of the two men.  They were wildly insane and Jesus made them whole.  They were finally able to function as normal human beings.  I like to think they used their blessing to bring peace and good news everywhere they traveled.

Blue is Terrified of Nail Trims

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I rescued Blue almost two years ago.  He has been a great addition to our family.  He is obedient, an excellent traveling companion, and very protective of his pack.  Basically, Blue is a happy fellow.

Unfortunately, his previous life was not so happy and certain situations will make it very obvious that he still harbors some terrible memories.

Yesterday, I took Blue to the veterinarian for his yearly shots.  He did great when they took a blood sample and gave him the injections. However, when Dr. Buxton approached Blue with the nail trimmer, he went absolutely ballistic.

Before the doctor even touched Blue, he was already snapping, snarling, growling, and lunging at her.  The tech placed a muzzle on Blue and had to hold him down while the doctor trimmed his nails.  I could see the panic in Blue’s eyes and I felt horrible for him.

After it was all over, they put the clippers away and gave Blue a few treats.  He started to calm down and we went to the front to pay the bill.

I don’t know who hurt Blue and caused him to be so scared of getting his nails done, but I hope karma catches up with that idiot.