Becoming A Vessel Of Honor Rebecca Brown

51 "Of course, try the one in the kitchen."

Sheba’s hair stood up along her back. She began to pace from the door to window to window growling steadily. An evil presence began to sweep into the room. Rebecca jumped to her feet. "This phone is dead too!" Joyce exclaimed. Then Rebecca reached for the lamp, clicking off the light, plunging the house into complete darkness. "Now what," Rebecca muttered, heading for the windows on the front of the house. "Rats!" she exclaimed quietly as she looked out side. There on the front lawn were five dark figures. Two of them carried what looked like shotguns. A sixth figure came creeping around the end of the house. "He must be the one who cut our phone line," Rebecca thought. "That means they plan to come in for a visit and the purpose of their visit isn’t very friendly, I bet." Elaine roused from her sleeping place on the couch in the living room. "What’s going on?" she whispered. "Don’t turn on a light," Rebecca warned, "they have guns." Elaine joined her at the window. "What?" her question trailed off. "They cut the phone line," Rebecca said quietly. "Oh great! Now what?" Rebecca was praying quickly and silently. "Oh Lord, what is your will. Is it your will for us to lay down our lives at this time?" "NO!" came the immediate answer. "Stand your ground." Rebecca heaved a big sigh of relief.

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