Chapter Six

A Chapter by Harmony Grace

Chapter 6

Someone broke through the rest of the already broken in door. I quickly opened my eyes and realized what was going on.

“Let her go Jaakobah.” A very serious voice said.

“Oh, you never let me have any fun.” Jaakobah laughed, and I finally saw him for what he was, Evil. Emery burst with light. A light that felt peaceful, and loving; well if light could have a feel, but I had a feeling it was heavenly light. Jaakobah vanished in a black mass of darkness, laughing very eerily and evilly all the way into nothing.

“Who, or rather what was that?” I asked frightened.

“That was Jaakobah.” Emery said.

“He was so…flattering. His words drew me in, his lips were sweet. I forgot my name, where I was and for why.” I said.

“Yes, well Jaakobah means Deceiver, and that’s exactly what he was, although it would be more appropriate that his name be deceiver of love. He draws in the women and then strikes.” Emery said.

“Kind of sounds like you.” I said jokingly.

“What? I’m nothing like Jaakobah.” He said sounding offended.

“I’m sorry. I was only joking.” I informed Emery. “I only meant that you’ve drawn me in with love.” I said. “It was harmless.” I assured him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I kind of have a soft spot being compared to demons.” said Emery.

“Wait, what did you call him?” I asked.

“A demon, that’s what he is. A deceiver, liar, evil, devil’s minion.” Emery said.

“Oh. Man for a…what you said; he was so innocent like.” I said.

“Yes well, if you had gone any further you’d see how non-innocent he truly was.” Emery said.

“Well, at least my guardian angel came to protect me.” I said.

“You realize I’m not just “your” guardian angel right?” asked Emery.

“There are others?” I asked.

“Yes, Mrs. O’Neil, Miss Rynell, Mr. Garrison, little Kyle, and…Diane.” He said hanging his head on the last one.

“You had Diane?” I asked wondering if that was a fail or an accident, or what?”

“No, it wasn’t an accident.” He said.

“Wait! You can read my mind since when? And why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“Since the beginning, and I didn’t tell you because you would’ve freaked out on me, and plus; you don’t have to worry I don’t do it all the time.” He said giving that smile.

“Oh yeah, that really puts my mind at ease.” I said laughing. But then I started thinking about Diane’s incident again.

“Look, it was truly her time. God held me back this time.” He said.

“God held you back?” I asked.

“Yes, he told me it was time for his child to come live with him.” He said.

“But I lived.” I said looking down at my feet.

“Yes.” He said. “And it took some time to convince him.” Emery said.

“Really? Tell me please?” I asked.

“Well, He said that it was time for Diane to come home and that you were to go to hell for the choices you had made.” He said.

“WAIT! I WAS GOING TO HELL!? God was going to send me to hell?” I asked outraged.

“No, God wasn’t going to send you to hell…“You” were sending yourself to hell, and you’re still heading there with the way you’re living.” He said, and it obviously pained him to say that to me.

“I’m going to hell?” I asked starting to cry.

“Don’t cry.” He said. “But if you don’t accept Jesus as Savoir than yeah, you’re sending yourself to hell.” He said.

“I don’t want to go to hell.” I said putting myself into his arms, and he gladly received me.

“I know that.” He said putting his chin on top of my head. “You know you always go to me when you’re sad and lonely, you’re looking for love. But Jesus loves you way more than I ever could. He would also gladly wrap you in his loving arms. That’s all I’ll say about that. So why “did” you come here anyway?” asked Emery.

“Oh, right. Well besides wanting to get swept off my feet by an evil thing.” I said sarcastically trying to lighten the mood I’d set.

“No seriously.” He said.

“Well, my mom brought up some points about our relationship.” I said.

“Oh, that.” He said.

“Yes that, and she was worried I’d bring down your spiritual growth.” I said.

“Well, she has a point there, also in 2^nd Corinthians 6:14 it says…” he started.

“Don’t be unequally yoked. Yes, I know.” I said blandly.

“Oh, so you do know scripture?” He asked.

“Only that one.” I said teasingly. “Sorry, but my mother just told me that before I came over here.” I told him.

“Oh. I see.” He said. “Well, she may have a point, but I feel that we won’t be “unequal” for long.” He said with that normal smile.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked. He smiled and simply said. “Nothing.” I looked at him unbelievably. “Well, follow me.” He said. He started walking and I followed him.

“You are blind right?” I asked. He stopped.

“Yes, I have no sight. But I feel vibes that are given off, so I can see with my hands. It’s really simple.” He said.

“Oh yeah I do it all the time.” I said mockingly.

“Well, it’s simple for me.” He said shrugging. “Now follow me.” He said. I followed him downstairs into the very old basement. Emery led me to a room at the end of the hall.

“What, is this your bedroom?” I asked.

“No, just go in.” He said.

“Oh, ok.” I said.

“It’s so you can fully understand the love of Christ and from God.” He said.

“Oh.” I said and entered the room. There were bibles, and many old things on shelves in this room. I went to the table in the middle of the room, and picked up a picture that was very dusty. I blew it off and was really freaked out when I saw the picture was one of my father and I when I was 5 years old, it was the summer right before his missions trip that fall. I glanced at the photo and wondered how Emery had gotten a hold of it. I set it down and looked up and now the room was filled with pictures; pictures of my family before my dad died. My baby photo, my kindergarten photo, photo’s of before I was even born.

I saw my parents wedding photo, my parent’s graduation photos from college and high school. Pictures of when they were in elementary school. I even saw their baby pictures. I was looking at all sorts of pictures. I then saw a bible on the table next to my fathers and I photo. I picked it up and opened, what I saw really started to freak me out. The bible had written all of my family tree written in it, the marriages and anniversary, even the deaths.

I looked at when my father died, it was correct. It said in heaven with his heavenly father.

I looked at the rest of my family tree. By most of the names was stated something about being in heaven. But some names had eternal flames written by them. I flipped the page to forget about it, but it kept getting worse. The pages were filled with notes given to me by the people. I thought to myself: This isn’t possible, they’re dead, and you can’t communicate with the dead, course this isn’t really communicating. I read some of the comments.

“Turn to Jesus, it’s not too late for you.”

“Hell is real, the flames are real, so lonely, so dark, so alone, burning can’t put it out.” said most of the comments. I found it hard to read most of them. I read through the heavenly comments.

“Jesus is real and he’s beautiful.”

“Oh you must see Jesus face to face. It’s wonderful.”

“No pain, no crying, no lying, or hating, or evil.” I read them and they sounded wonderful. But I looked down the page and one stood out; my eyes went wide as I read the name of the commenter. Christopher J. Grant, my father. I read the comment and ran out of the room.

“That was sick Emery, a very sick joke! Why’d you do that?” I asked.

“Do what? What happened?” He asked.

“You’re going to pull that on me?” I asked.

“No, and I call that the preparation room, because God uses that room to get a hold of people, when they’re being difficult, or they’re confused. So what was in there?” asked Emery.

“Pictures, of my family and I.” I said.

“Ah, the picture one. Yeah and the bible with the comments right?” he asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” I asked.

“That one is used a lot.” He said.

“Oh. Well, are the comments really from the people?” I asked.

“Yes. Why?” He asked.

“Because, there was a comment from…from my father.” I said.

“Your dad?” He asked confused.

“Yes, why?” I asked.

“Usually God doesn’t use direct family members.” Emery said.

“Well, he did this time.” I said.

“So, are you convinced?” asked Emery.