Marrissa's soul may have been shriveling, but her strength and talent had grown. she had learned to lift things, toss them bout, make them disappear. she could temporarily inhabit a body, making it do all manner of things, while the owner of that body was aware of it and could do nothing. Her favorite thing to do was to inhabit an old friend or teacher at an important function and in the middle of a conversation say or do something totally outragious through the body. Farting out loud, belching, or just in general being a pest.
Marrissa had also learned to go anywhere she wanted to in seconds. She enjoyed giving money to the poor, taking it from the rich, you know, kind of like a 21st century Robinhood ghost.
While she did a lot of good things, like preventing robberiers of stores, purse snatching, or beating of innocent children and other victims, what she did was bad things to them, really horrible. Of course the horrible things she did, were mostly to people who deserved it,and she knew that Himself and Herself would not appreciate inervention, but she did it anyway figuring she was going to hell first anyway and she could atone for her sins there. If Death ever caught up with her.
In the meantime she didnt care what she did as long as it was fun, or helped someone. even her good deeds had to have some aspect of "daring" in them.
It had been almost two years since her death. she knew that because she read the papers every day. It seemed to her that it had only been a short time ago when she had watched them load her body and take it to the morgue.
She had hung around the hospital for a long time, watching souls hover around not knowing where to go or what to do. She had met Satan again, that very handsome angel, but he had been busy searching for Death.
Some of the souls she met just floated around grumbling, wanting to go on with it. She had tried to explain that Death was busy and they could hang with her, but no one ever took up her offer. they were all afraid to spend an extra century in purgatory, she guessed. So she had gone off on her own and learned some things, and was having a grand time.
Today her "agenda" was to help a man get his children back from an underserving wife, or ex-wife. He loved his children very much and they him but she waned them because of the check she could draw from the system, and that money provided her with booze and drugs.
The man was a hard working guy with plenty of assests as far as she was concerned, but the wife had told the court of abuse and beatings. Most of the time courts believed the woman. and this case was no different. Except Marrissa had seen the woman hit herself in the face, and purposely rip her clothes. Then she had called the police and reported that he had broke in and did this toher. they had arrested him and after jail and court, was paying the price of the "label" wife beater. Poor woman had the community practically giving her anything she wanted. well Marrissa was about to set things right. Waiting had been no problem for her, she kept busy helping people who needed it,or pulling pranks to pass the time.
One day as evenings dark curtain began to fall, she thought herself to the womans house. It was time. As she had known it would be, the children were fixing their own supper, and the woman was getting ready for her night out. That woman had no clue what was going to happen very very soon.
As the woman began applying her makeup, Marrissa took over, taking the eye liner right out her hand. It hovered in the air as the astonsihed woman watched it come closer and closer to her face.
Marrissa beganmarking the eyeliner over her lips, drawing a mustashe on her upper lip. the woman grabbed at the pencil, but found she could not hold onto it. "What the hell!!" she screamed, as her perfume bottle began to spray, atomizing the air aournd her, choking her with the fumes. She ran out of the bathroom, finding her "hair" following her, hitting her on the but as fast as she was able to run. " Oh god,kids,help me, someone is afterme, call a priest,call the pastor,someone."
The children all stopped in mid bite, spoons in fron of them, dripping milk and creal on the table in front of them. they watched as she flew through the kitchen, into the living room, each gave the other that knowing look, the one that said, " shes drunk again already." They decided the best thing to do was to finish supper, and ignore the wild voices coming from the back yard.
