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Why you should Psalm 91 read everyday

The Dead Ain’t Always Dead

People always ask me How can you do that job?

Don’t you get scared?

And for years, I kept my mouth shut, because some things to dark for people to handle. Some things ain’t meant to be spoken about in the daylight. But after reading that post last night on Bahama Drama about the child demon spirit I feel like it’s time.

See I’m a freelance mortician. I work all through the Bahamas even in America. I’ve embalmed more bodies than I can count. And let me tell you something the dead ain’t always dead.

There have been times when, right in the middle of prepping a body eyes snap open Lips move. They don’t always scream but they always ask the same thing

Where am I?
What happened?
How did I die?

Sometimes I answer. Sometimes I don’t. Because the truth ain’t for everybody. And some of them, they already know. They just don’t want to believe it.

But theres one that still haunts me. An old woman. She was nothing special at first. Just another body. But when I made that first incision she sat up. Eyes wide open black as night. And in a voice that wasn’t hers that wasn’t human she said

If you touch me again, I will snatch your soul and eat it in hell.

Now, I’ve had them talk before. I’ve had them move. I’ve even been grabbed yanked so hard I hit the wall. But she was different. Something about her presence made the whole room wrong Cold Stinking. I swear for a moment I wasn’t in that embalming room no more I was somewhere else.

I don’t know what made me do it but I grabbed my Bible flipped to Psalm 91 and started reading. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the page still. And as the words came out my mouth she shrieked. Not like a person. Not like anything from this world.

She fell back onto the table stiff as a board Silent.

But her mouth her mouth was still moving. Whispering.

And when I leaned in close, just before I closed her lips I heard her say

This ain’t over you black Jew bitch

That was years ago, but I still pray Psalm 91 over every body I embalm. Because I know the truth now. Death is just a door. And some of them some of them don’t leave easy.

And some of them they don’t leave at all. Get y’all souls right with Jesus Christ Bahamian.

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You can keep that kinda job to yourself nobody wants it trust me. Like & Follow our page if you haven’t already because we’re on the side of the Most High… 😜

Good night Bahama Drama

My name is Marcus, and for the past month and a half, my wife and I have been living in a house on Cowpen Road that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. From the very first night, we knew something wasn’t right, and we’ve been trying to find another place to rent ever since but for some reason, no matter how hard we try, something always blocks our way.

This house is haunted, and I mean truly haunted not no old footsteps in the attic type thing. No, we’re dealing with something evil. A little demon boy.

I don’t know how he died, and to be honest, I don’t even think I want to know. But what I do know is that he hates us.

Every night, just as we start to drift off, he starts. At first, it was little things whispers in the corners of the room, the sound of small bare feet running across the tile when we knew no one was there. The doors would creak open slowly, and we’d wake up to find the closet door wide open, though we locked it before bed. My wife swore she felt something watching her in the shower, but I told her it was just her imagination. I wish I had believed her sooner.

By the second week, he got violent.

We’d wake up with scratches deep, burning claw marks that appeared out of nowhere. One night, my wife screamed so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin. She said something grabbed her foot and yanked her halfway off the bed. The next morning, she had dark bruises around her ankle like small, icy hands had clamped down on her and tried to pull her into the darkness.

The air in this house is wrong. It’s thick, heavy, like it’s pressing down on us, making it hard to breathe. The shadows move when you aren’t looking. The smell of something rotten drifts through the house at random times, and no amount of bleach can wash it away.

Then came the knocking.

Every single night, without fail, around 3:12 AM, the knocking starts. It comes from inside the walls. Sometimes, it’s soft, like a child playing. Other times, it’s hard, angry, rattling the very foundation of this cursed place.

Last night was the worst.

We were lying in bed, too scared to sleep, when we heard it. A giggle. A child’s giggle. But it wasn’t normalit was wet, gurgling, like something was choking and laughing at the same time.

Then, our bedroom door slammed shut.

The windows rattled. The air turned freezing cold. And then, just beyond the edge of our bed, we saw him.

A small, shadowy figure. Eyes like black pits. A smile too wide for his little face.

He whispered something, but I don’t know what it was I was too busy grabbing my wife and running out of that room.

We didn’t sleep last night. I don’t know how much longer we can take this. We’ve called landlords, checked rental listings, even begged friends to let us crash, but every time we get close to leaving, something happens sudden job losses, unexpected expenses, car trouble.

It’s like the house won’t let us leave.

I don’t know what this thing is, but I know one thing for sure this is not the spirit of some innocent child.

This is something demonic. And it’s getting stronger.

Pray for us. Because I don’t think we’re getting out of here alive.

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I don’t know about y’all but I wouldn’t have been in that house after the first door slammed by itself trust me.
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The Hatrix has you wake up

What if I told you… some people are just here to dim the light of others?

The Hatrix is real. Its Agents are everywhere, trying to block your shine, but only if you let them.

Ever felt that presence?

Tell me your thoughts.

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Why she holding back on the crabby?

Good night Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous. I been working for Supervalu 4 almost 4 years now and I can say that it’s a awesome place to work despite the hard days when a shipment of goods come in those are the hard days.

But I somehow get though those days still. I’m not as young as I used to be be still I hold it down with a little help from younger coworkers. Tonight I have a situation I’d like advice on because I feeling kinda upset and taken for granted by a customer who I caught stealing groceries over and over again for more than 3 months now every time she comes to our store and often I have admittedly assisted her in getting the groceries out of the store because I think

she really likes me and we gonna have sex soon. She from Bangladesh I believe it’s in India somewhere because she looks Indian and plus she told me she’s from Bangladesh I guess it’s a place in India cause she is dress like Indian people.

The first few weeks when I caught her stealing groceries I let her get to her car with the stuff I walked up to her and told her that I noticed she didn’t pay for the groceries that she got

She tried to lie to me but I was watching her the whole time picking up stuff but never actually going to the checkout counter with it. She was so beautiful man I mean like a Cleopatra in those movies you is seeing on TV and fine as a walking miracle on 2 legs.

When I confronted her as she was trying to speak English and lie to me all I could do is look into her beautiful face and get a monster hard on. I didn’t even think about criminal shits at the time

my mind was on a marriage kids and a happy ever after thing. While she was talking her eyes started watering and as soon as that first tear dropped down her face as she explained my heart stopped responding to logic.

That’s when I told her that I understand that she can’t afford to buy groceries for her sick father and that I’ll take care of the bill and if she ever needed anything just call me I’ll take care of her

she took my number but never actually called me but every week she was back in the store stealing but had my throat sore thinking about when we’re together as husband and wife.

As she filled up her shopping cart I was filling up my heart penis hard and heart beating a rhythm I’d never known before I swear I thought that it was define love a person that God had sent to me to rescue me from these bad Bahamian bitches who been hurting me all of my life

1 month goes by and 2 months goes by 3 months goes by and this bitch never reaches out of call me. Next week this bitch getting lock up because I ain’t on that dick teasing shit they probably is do to men in they country this the Bahamas baby and it ain’t no free ride my dear.

Um done with waiting when I see her again stealing in the store I’m ma squeeze that ass and touch her front telling her I wan fuck I tried of being a gentleman and waiting.

What y’all think?

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It sounds like both of y’all going to jail next week lol.. 😂😂😂

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Born Out of Secrets

Good night, Bahama Drama. My name is Jason, and tonight, I just need to let this off my chest because it’s eating me alive.

I grew up not knowing my father. Anytime I’d ask my mom about him, she’d change the subject or tell me he wasn’t worth talking about. Shitd raised me on her own, and I learned early on not to ask too many questions. But now, at 28 years old, I finally know the truth. And it’s worse than I ever could’ve imagined.

Last week, my mom sit me down out of the blue and said, Jason, you need to know who your father is. I wasn’t ready for what came next. She told me my father is the bishop of a well-known church right here in Nassau. A man respected and admired by hundreds of people. A man I’ve seen on TV, in the newspapers, preaching the word of God. And the worst part? She told me I was the result of an affair he had while he was already married.

I felt like the ground opened up under me. She went on to say she used to be one of his sweet hearts when she was younger. She said he promised her things empty promises and when she got pregnant with me, he disappeared. Just like that. She said he made it clear he wasn’t going to risk his reputation for her or me.

Now I’m sitting here trying to figure out how I’m supposed to process this. My father, a so-called man of God, left me to grow up without a dad because I didn’t fit the image of his perfect life. Meanwhile, his kids my half-siblings got to grow up in his house with his love and support, while I was just some dirty little secret.

I thought about going to his church on Sunday, but how do you confront a man like that? Do I even want to? I’m angry, but I’m also just hurt. Hurt that he knew about me all these years and never once reached out. Hurt that I’m out here struggling while he’s living in a mansion preaching about righteousness.

I told my mom I feel like I’m nothing but a mistake. She said, You might’ve been an accident to him, but you were never a mistake to me.

I’m trying to hold on to that. Trying to believe that I still matter, even if my own father couldn’t see it. I don’t know where to go from here, but I know one thing I’m not going to let his choices define me anymore.

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Jason, you are NOT a mistake, and your value doesn’t come from any man not even your father. It hurts now, but hold your head high and know that you are stronger than the circumstances you were born into. Your mom is right you were never a mistake. Lean on God for strength, and if you ever choose to confront your father, do it on your own terms, with peace in your heart. You deserve closure, but most of all, you deserve healing. Stay strong.

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SIP

Mrs. TRACY SANDS

Last night, the world lost a beautiful soul, and heaven gained an angel. Sleep in heavenly peace, Tracy Sands, my dear friend. You were a light in the lives of so many radiant, kind, and full of love.

You recently brought a precious life into this world, a reflection of your strength and devotion. Though your time here was far too short, the love you gave will live on through your beautiful child and in the hearts of everyone who knew you.

Tracy, your warmth and kindness touched so many lives, and your legacy will continue to shine brightly. You will be deeply missed but never forgotten. Rest peacefully, my friend.

Fly high, Tracy. Until we meet again.

Michael…

Our page will not be posting for 3 days in honor of my good friend MRS. TRACY SANDS, we love you!

❤️

Why I’m an atheist

Good morning Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous. Now I can understand that you are all religious and stuff and that’s fine with me and people like me but don’t go forcing God down my throat because I’ve seen what God does to innocent woman and children all over the world especially in Sudan and Gaza

All you have to do is turn on the TV to see. I became an atheist in high school in grade 7 after all them churches my mother visited trying to get food coupons and little boxes of food from them just to feed me and my lil sister them times were really hard for us and no matter how hard my mom made up pray as a family things only got worse for us.

Until we were put out of my granddaddy’s house by my uncle because he wanted to sell everything my mother has said. Anyway our family was running behind social services for a whole 3 months before they finally put us in one hotel before you get to Foxhill road and that place was awful and dark glooming looking I can still remember it just like it was yesterday.

But at least we didn’t have to live in our station wagon anymore or them abandoned buildings where we sometimes made our homes until people from the neighborhoods noticed and called the cops on us.

So Bahama Drama please tell me where was God when we were going through all of this shit?

Where was he when our family was getting all wet up and freezing in those abandoned houses, and eaten up by mosquitoes?

Where was he when my mother cried everyday that I can remember RIP her sweet soul.

You like to talk about God like he’s some kind of holy thing when in fact you or anyone else on the planet has never seen him or anything that he has done.

Now I know that people like you probably won’t even post my story and the truth is I don’t give a fuck because all of y’all are lost as fuck and refuse to open up y’all eyes and see that there’s no God down here or up there. There’s absolutely no Sky daddy it’s just us.

So I think that it’s only fair to allow my post on your page for people to make up their own minds I mean aren’t Christians supposed to be faithful and fair to everyone so give my story a chance to resonate with people like me who have suffered at the hands of your Sky Daddy you all is be praying to.

Bahama Drama please check my writing and spelling before you post thanks 👍🏽

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With evil God cannot be tempted, neither does he tempt any. You’re family struggles where all Satan’s doing. And only drawing closer to God could have broken that chain for your mother that Satan had on your family and now you, that’s why you think the way that you do. It’s a generational curse. Draw closer to God to break it my friend. Increase your vibration…

Night Sweats

Good night Bahama Drama my name is Frank and I’ve been having problems sleeping every night since I’ve been late on my car payment for 2 months now something I have no control over.

You see my girlfriend mommy had a bunch of financial problems that was stressing my girl out so bad that her hair started to fall out in the back when she’s to work at the hotel. Everyday it just got worse and worse until you could see a bald spot on the back top of her head.

So I didn’t have a choice but to step in and help after she told me about all her mommy was going through BPL had even went to the house and disconnected they lights the same day water and sewage cut they water off I mean her mommy was really having a hard time so I decided because it was stressing my girl out badly so I said that maybe since I had all my bills paid up let me just go ahead and pay her mommy light and water bills before my car payment comes back up

and maybe her brother’s could get the money back to me since they had lived in the same house with her mommy. My girl told me how happy her family was when the BPL man came first to turn back on they lights and later on that day they water was back on and the toilet was flushing again.

My girl was so relieved by all of this that that night she cooked me one of my favorite meals lemon baked chicken breast rice and corn 🌽.

I ate everything up in a few minutes as she then went into the refrigerator bringing out a container of freshly squeeze lemonade with ice cubes in it. I felt like a king with a kingdom worthy of my presence. And my Queen was 100 percent all in for her King 👑.

1 week after I asked my girlfriend hey baby did your mom give you that thing for me? My girl said no I thought you said that she didn’t have to pay us back.

I replied telling her that I didn’t tell your Mommy that she had to pay me back I actually told you’re brothers that I would lend the money to them to turn back on the lights and water but I needed my money back after they got paid.

My girl said that’s not what they said. They said that you told them that you were given them the money because your family now with them and they didn’t have to pay you anything so I don’t know what this is you talking all of a sudden.

I told my girl that her brother dem was lying or they didn’t hear me well when I said that but I no they heard me because the nigga said okay I got you.

So I asked my girlfriend to call the brother that I gave the money to. So she called him was talking to him and then went outside in the backyard with the phone for a while. When I went around the back of the house my girlfriend gah tell me her brother say next week he gah have to pay me

now keep in mind that it’s already 1 weeks time since I gave dem my money to pay they bills not me and my girls but their bills. Another week goes by and I don’t hear nothing about my money and my girl hair still dropping out.

So I pull up to they Mommy house to see one of the brothers. Nigga comes out with a shotgun cocking it with the other brother wit cutlass in his hand coming out cusing me with they Mommy trying to hold the one with the shotgun back.

I’m thinking like wtf is this?

I didn’t even have a chance to knock on the door or even come all the way in the yard good enough. I asked her brother’s what’s all that for bro?

The niggas start running on about he ain’t no punk and I don’t know who I’m fucking wit. I was like damn.

All because I was coming for my own money that I helped them with to get they lights and water back on and this is how they pay me.

When my girlfriend came home that night she actually came home running on about I disrespected her family and disrespected her mommy and now the whole neighborhood is talking about it.

I was like WTF 😒. A week later my girl moved back home with her mommy Dem leaving me alone.

That’s been 2 months ago and I’ve just been drinking smoking 🚬 driving drinking and looking out of my windows anytime I hear a car or truck coming down our street thinking it’s the car repo man coming to get my car because I haven’t made a payment in 2 months now.

Oh and my girl told me that she was seeing someone last week it was I think 🤔. I don’t know it’s like when I think back about it maybe it’s true what they say

good guys is getting dragged on this road.

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First of all you did nothing wrong asking for your money, it’s yours. And second you’re girl was never the person that God had for you. Just read your Bible and pray for guidance from the father…

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