**EPISODE ONE**
https://steemit.com/fiction/@ambdavid/the-ghost-trail-81dceb0e73dc6

The night was getting pretty cold, Ephraim had developed a fever, and oh goodness me, the ghost began to look around, searching for us, with his nostrils sniffing in all directions like the hyenas sniff for a fresh carcass.  At this moment,  my blood ceased to flow for fear of being heard,  for in that silence,  even a pin could be heard.  I saw many things that probably never existed , one could say I had  a slight share of visual and auditory hallucinations,  a rare psychiatric condition.  But alas!  This one was too real to be exactly untrue. 


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I dare say I never believed in reincarnation, but this single experience mesmerized my thought patterns and made me realize more,  the reality of the spirit world, at this moment I couldn't speak nor even move any part of my body,  totally numb and stiff, like I was even the dead in the scenario, just as I was contemplating, I felt a hand grab my cousin Ephraim and all I could do was lie flat on my back,  I couldn't help him not try to raise an alarm,  goodness!  What a night it was!

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Suddenly I was able to regain use of my voice, I immediately recalled a popular scriptural chapter; Psalms 23 Of The Christian  Holy Bible;

>1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

>2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

>3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

>4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

>5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

>6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Up I got,  I began to rebuke the apparition in the name of Jesus,  suddenly it began to fiddle out like wind and off it went in a great fuse  I grabbed Ephraim,  in what looked like a race performed by Hussein Bolt,  the world's racer. Ina jiffy we were home,  none of us could gather enough courage to tell anyone what happened that evening to us,  we only made One decision,  to praise God the following day in church. 

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We had victory at last, for those who do not believe in spirits, ghosts and supernatural occurrences, I wish you luck,  but may you never experience what we passed through that evening,  you may never be lucky enough to write it on STEEMIT.  Monday,  we were back to our base in the City, from the short holiday, it was quite brief but adventurous and thrilling.

>**THE END**

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