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By Kaylee Blake
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A door creaks open behind me. Light and heat pour forth, cutting the heavy blackness with a knife. I bite my tongue to keep from making any noise or movement. The shadow of a man briefly obscures the light before the door is closed, once again, the light bulb becoming my only source of comfort
My sharp hearing catches the slight moaning of a floorboard over to my right. I am suddenly alert, my body tensing automatically. Who is it? What is it?
A face materializes in front of me. It appears out of the darkness as if it is one with the shadows. As if it owns the stifling darkness. Indeed, the sadistic smirk and cold, coal black eyes tell my very soul that this man, this thing, commands all sorts of evil beings, evil objects.
Strangely, I am not frightened.
I stare back at the face. Not boldly. But knowingly. We have met before.
He stares back at me. He straightens to his full height and crosses massive arms across his chest. “We have caught you this time.” The voice was as black and as cold as his eyes. “You are all alone. Nothing can help you now.”
“…For He has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.’…’The Lord is my helper, I will not fear. What can man do to me?*’ ”
He recoils from my words. His eyes burn hot like flames before he steps back into the darkness.
All is still.
This time, his hands appear first. The bronzed hands slowly rest on the table in front of me and then his face appears, his upper body following out of the darkness as he leans down to look into my eyes. “Yes. ‘And do not fear those who kill the body, but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.**’ ” His eyes are cold again, glittering with triumph. “Yes, what can man do to you?”
“I fear Him. Not you.”
Narrowing his eyes, he slithers back into the darkness. He does not try to muffle his steps as he walks just outside of the light’s small circle. “Do not try to play games with me,” his voice calls out. “Those quotes confirm what we already know. You cannot deny it now.” An iron hand suddenly grips my shoulder. I cry out in pain. “You copied a manuscript of the Bible,” he hisses in my ear. He lets go and continues his walk around the outer edge of light.
There is nothing I can do, nothing I can say. So I sit. Silently.
Again, his face appears before me and he slaps down a small leather-bound book. “It was very clever, dear sir, to disguise it as a journal.” He leans down to stare me straight in the eye. “But not clever enough.” Again, he brings himself up to his full height. “We have matched the handwriting of this manuscript to that of the holding papers we had you fill out. You have violated the law. You are a criminal. And you are mine…” His words fade as he disintegrates into the darkness beyond my little circle of light.
The door opens.
It closes.
But his words still echo in the room, in my mind.
“…you are mine…”
I close my eyes, emotionally and physically drained. I think of the last words that my brother had copied into that journal for me. “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friend.***”
I am comforted.
*NKJV Hebrew’s 13:5-6
**NKJV Matthew 10:28
***NKJV John 15:13
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