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||When Bella inserts a horror flick into the DVD player,
she soon discovers her apartment is being haunted by the
sainthood ghost. Tossing the movie jacket into the corridor
to rid herself of the problem, only leaves the hallway in
danger. Jake, long time friend, comes up with an idea to get
rid of the ghost forever.
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|When Alex stops into an antique store for a simple gift,
he discovers the owner, Cindy Lee, keeps a creepy apparition
as a sidekick. Wanting to make a quick exit from the
ghoulish shop, Alex heads for the door, but soon finds the
giant spirit has other plans for him.
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|The Sainthood Ghost
| She sat huddled on her divan,
engrossed in a movie, when the doorbell rang. A frightened Bella
yelped, “Son-of-a-ratfink!” as she scrambled for the remote. She
clicked off the TV before striding toward the door in her pink
flannel pajamas calling, “Who is it?”
“It’s Jake. Let me in, Bella,” he called, jiggling the
She swung the door wide, “You scared the crap out of
me, dick,” she stated, although she was pleased to see him.
“I just rang the doorbell,” he said, striding in the
living room with a large pizza box. “Besides, you knew I was
“Well, to tell you the truth, just before the doorbell
rang the flick I was watching jumped into the horror lane.”
“That’s why people read the movie jackets, Bella,” he
reminded her as he slid the pizza onto the coffee table. “What
possessed you to start the movie without me anyway?”
Bella started to explain when a loud crash exploded
from the interior of her bedroom. They both craned their necks
toward the intrusive noise and then stared at one another
“We better go see,” she finally spoke. She hurried off
to investigate with Jake hard on her heels. She examined her
neon pink room for a moment before spotting the problem, “My
“Hmm, that’s weird,” Jake commented casually as she
hung the picture back on the wall. “Perhaps, you need a new pink
wall hanger,” he smirked.
“No,” Bella said, standing back to gaze at the photo of
Christ. “It’s fine.”
“It fell for a reason. My guess is the picture leaped
to its death to get away from these obnoxious pink
surroundings,” he jested.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Very funny.”
“Let’s face it, you couldn’t cram another pink object
into your hovel if you tried. I’m starved, pinky,” Jake said,
heading back to the living room to eat. He plopped down on the
white divan in front of his pizza box. He noticed the movie
jacket. “Is this what you were watching?” He held it up.
“Yes,” Bella nodded as she eased down on the divan next
to him. “A friend loaned me the movie. She said I would enjoy it
because it was a Christian flick.”
Jake laughed. “She lied. It’s about a gang of evil men
called the Sainthoods who go on a killing spree.”
Bella shivered. “Really, the men appeared handsome and
good, but then suddenly this stabbing scene popped me in the eye
from nowhere. Freaked me out,” she admitted.
Jake smiled. “Apparently, you didn’t watch much of the
movie because those so-called good men are the knife welders.”
“That’s just creepy. I hope I don’t have nightmares.”
Jake opened his pizza box to view the contents. “What’s
interesting is that your picture sprang from the wall just after
you started the movie,” he commented as he scooped out a large
“It’s frightening,” she said, leaning over the edge of
her divan to peer at her bedroom doorway. The silhouette of a
milky white ghostly figure stood watching her. She screamed at
the top of her lungs and clutched her pajama collar tightly
about her neck from fright.
Jake dropped his slice of pizza in his lap. “What the .
“There was a ghost standing in the doorway!” a
frightened Bella shouted.
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“Don’t mind Henry, I think he’s just clumsy today,” the perky
The customer glanced around the antique shop looking for an
individual, but found no one. “Who are you referring to?”
She pointed behind him, down a narrow lane, to a small toy
section. A row of soldiers, along the top shelf, clattered to
the floor. “There,” she said as they tumbled.
His head jerked so hard toward the falling toys, that he almost
lost his wire rimmed glasses. “I . . . still don’t see anyone,”
he said with concern. “How . . . did those soldiers . . . fall?”
“Oh,” she smiled. “You’re one of those.”
He turned to stare at her with his brow crinkled in confusion.
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“Not everyone can see Henry,” her smile widened. “He’s a
“I’ve never encountered . . .” he cleared his throat as he
peered down the aisle, closely searching for any sign of
existence, “a ghost before.”
She waved a hand, “No need to worry, he won’t attack you.” To be
honest, she wasn’t sure what Henry was capable of. Sometimes she
could sense his aggravation if he perceived a threat to her, but
that didn’t occur often.
“Attack.” He jerked his head back toward her. “I hadn’t even
thought of that.” His eyes darted back to the fallen soldiers
scattered across the old wood floor. “How can you be certain?”
“Well, Mister—what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.” He extended his hand politely. “I’m Alex.”
She grasped his narrow hand with a firm grip and squeezed hard.
“Cindy Lee. It’s nice to meet you,” she said with great
Alex removed his hand and rubbed his numb fingers for a moment.
“Likewise,” he countered uncertainly.
When the phone shrilled from the service counter near the exit,
Cindy Lee replied, “Excuse me, Alex. I have to get that, but
I’ll be back to answer any questions you have.” She trotted to
the front of the shop—in a hurry to answer the phone.
Alex stared at the fallen soldiers and mumbled, “She must be
delusional,” as if that answered everything. He decided to move
away from the antique toys. If ghosts really existed, he had no
interest in seeing one firsthand.