No, She Has Someone Looking Out For Her

All of a sudden, the book slammed and flew across the room, landing in a heap on the floor several feet away. Mary jolted backwards, letting go of the vibrator in the process. It fell down her panties and vibrated her ass uncomfortably, causing her to squirm even more.

“Damnit,” she muttered, fishing out the sex toy.

Mary’s heart pounded as she tried to rationalize what had just happened. The book had flown across the room. On its own! The book was alive!

“Calm down, Mary. It was probably just the wind,” she told herself.

It was a ridiculous excuse. Yes, the wind had slammed the book and sent it flying back. Wind indoors in a room with no open windows.

Still, Mary needed some explanation or she felt she might go mad.

Now thoroughly ripped out of the mood, Mary felt filthy and gross. She had been touching herself wildly, all while reading a book that she was ninety percent certain was haunted.

Suddenly, a new sensation fell upon the middle-aged widow. One of absolute calm and peace. It trickled into the folds of her mind like cool spring water, taking away every single worry.

The room grew brighter, filled with a hazy white light that enveloped the woman like a blanket.

Mary’s body relaxed and before she knew it, she was sinking into the covers. Her eyes closed and the peaceful feelings carried her to her dreams.

Had Mary been a little more spiritually awakened, she may have seen a pair of piercing angelic eyes the color of a summer sky looking over her in her last few moments of consciousness.