My heart pounded in my chest as my gaze fixed on the words in the mirror. I took a deep breath, then spoke aloud, "Continue barking like a toothless dog while I show you the strong power my Maker has, I don't fear you!"
I yelled back hoping whoever sent me this message would hear me.
I grabbed a tissue and wiped away the writing, then noticed a lighter by the sink. I frowned in confusion, wondering why Ruth would keep a lighter here. But I couldn't focus on that right now–there was something more important to address. I set the tissue on fire, watching it burn to ashes, and stepped out of the bathroom.
I glanced at Ruth, peacefully asleep. For a moment, I wished for a life of peace, free from danger. But I remembered that GOD never gave a promise that the journey would be easy. That reminder pushed me to keep fighting no matter what.
The thought of how Ruth shivered when I touched her made me hesitant to lie by her on the bed. I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I took a blanket from the wardrobe, spreading them on the floor. I lay down, said a prayer of protection and set my alarm for midnight, when I planned to pray again. Just the day before, Grandma Ama had told me to stand firm in my faith, that she wouldn't always be there with me. I guess that time had come, and I had to face it.
The alarm rang exactly at 12am, I stretched and yawned. Opening my eyes, I froze. Ruth was sitting on the dressing table staring directly at me. I realized that whenever I closed my eyes and opened them again, whatever I had seen vanished. This time, I told myself I wouldn't close my eyes.
I stared at Ruth for a long moment, my eyes filling with tears. I blinked them away, and when i opened my eyes again, she was sleeping on the bed.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone, connecting my earbuds. I played "Akokyem Nyame" by Joe mettle, He's one of the best Gosple musicians in Ghanaland. Even though I didn't understand the 'twi' language, there was something that always connected me to it. I would say it's a good worship song for praying and meditating. The spirit took over as I began to speak in tongues, praying silently, I heard the door creak open amd I knew it was Ruth going out, so I didn't pay attention and continued praying.
Suddenly a shrill scream echoed from downstairs, My heart skipped a beat as I jumped to my feet, rushing downstairs towards the source of the sound.