ICHABOD episode 1/2

👹ICHABOD👹
(Cursed For 1000 Years)
©️Tobi Loba

Episode 1

The wind howled and the breeze that followed rattled the stool, j£rking the drun!kold man back into consciousness.

Old Adam opened his sleepy eyes a little. He wiped the saliva from the bottom of hisl-ips where he sat hunched over in his lounge chair, Everywhere in the cemetery was pitch black.

How come the night c@m£ so suddenly? The old man thought in his mind. It was ba-rely hours ago when the sky was painted in hues of different colors…

The little fire he had made to get him warmed was alre-ady out and he began to search for his torch, with his hands searching everything on the stool and around him, blindly

. At first, his hand t©uçhed the metal cup on the table, he was careful enough not to ti-p the cup over. Finally, he felt his feet pressing on something h@rd on the ground, and then he remembered, he had purposely kept the torch un-der his feet for easy finding.

Old age was catching up on him. He turned on the torch but the night was too thick and there was not a single star in sight. The torch in his hand could only allow him to see about an arm’s reach in front of him but it was not a problem, he was used to this.

Slowly, he stood up from his chair, it was almost time for him to leave the graveyard, he was supposed to stay till the following morning but these days, no one was supervising him, meaning he could leave anytimein the night, no one would come to find him or ask for anything.

Except someone who wanted to speak to the dead-there was no such person.

Slowly, he re-moved his jacket from where he had hung it around the chair and di-pped the bottom of the torch into his mouth, holding it in place with bothl-ips while he stuck a hand into the jacket to wear it comfortably.

Ap@rt from the darkness and himself, the only thing that existed was the chilly wind that s£nt harsh bites throu-gh his jacket and into his skin

. It was very cold, unusually cold. His blood was running cold and his hands have become stiff.

He placed the stool in its rightful place and folded up the lounge chair. He would need to lock the east gate before going to his house. He gro-an ed, but he knew there was no choice.

Minutes later, he was walking slowly and carefully, byp@ssing the graves towards the east side. While he walked, he kept flashing the torch at the tombstones so as not bu-mp into any of them. He wondered why the night was this cold, the day had been so h0t and now, well, maybe they were having a weather change,

His mind drifted off to the h0t cocoa he would have on getting home, the thought of that s£nt warmth throu-gh his entire b©dy and he smiled to himself but the excitement was cut short as he suddenly hit his hand against something heavy and sharp.

“Oh my God!” He yelped in pain, flashing his torch towards the substance and to his dismay, it was a white coffin.

For a while, he thought he was probably still drun!k.

. He rubbe-d his eyes but there it was.

This was insane! Who would put a coffin just anywhere in a graveyard? He thought to himself. Could this have happened when he was asleep? Did anyone forget to bury their dead loved one? All these questions were running throu-gh his mind when all of a sudden he heard a sound.

In all the years that Adam had spent guarding the graveyard, he had never experienced anything like this before. Still, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

Silence!

He breathed a little and was about going on his way when he heard that sound again. All the hair at the back of his n£¢k stood up as he realized that someone was knocking in the coffin. His two legs were shaking vigorously and the cold immediately left him sweating.

“Go, go away! You don’t belong to this world anymore!” He stammered and was about to make a run for it when a shattering noise s£nt him flying, dropping his torch.

His heart was beating ra-pidly as if it would fall out of his che-st, He was now lying faced down on the ground, wi-de-eyed and saying his last prayers. Too afraid to look at the ghost or whatever was about to come out of the coffin.

While he said his prayers fearfully and quic-kly, he could hear movements behind him. He knew he was really done for. Still, he continued.

“Hello there.” Said a voice behind him and he st©pped. It was a man’s voice. quic-kly he looked behind him and that was when he saw him. He was standing right behind him, all suited up even though he couldn’t see his face. As if re-ading his mind, the man picked up the torch and flashed it to his own face so Adam could see him.

He was a tall white man in a brown suit and he looked nothing like a ghost.

“So, now that you can see that I am not a ghost, I need you to answer one question. WHAT YEAR IS IT AND WHERE AM I?”

👹ICHABOD👹
Cursed For A 1000 Years
©️Tobiloba

Chapter 2

FEW MONTHS LATER

She stood up from where she l@yon the ground, gathering the hem of her wedding go-wn with her with one knife while holding the knife in her hand, the expression on her face was that of satisfaction as she stared at the knife. The blood of her victim was dropping in thick droplets on to the carpeted floor.

The man writhed on the ground, in a great agony; blood was oozing from his che-st

. He kept starring at her, desperation to know why she had killed him was visible in his eyes.

She took another look at him , this time with a cold expression, the hatred was burning throu-gh her and it seemed as if even the death which she had punished him with was not enough. Finally, she dropped the knife on his b©dy and then still looking at him as he spat out blood, she pu-ll-ed out the ring on her fourth f!nger of her left hand, and she threw it at him.

He spat more blood…

“Wh..why?” He managed to ask but that minute, she di-pped a hand into her go-wn, and pu-ll-ed out a picture. When the man saw this, his face went white all of a sudden, hisl-ips slack and he took his final breath.

She threw the picture on his lifeless b©dy, her face expressionless as she walked with a blood-stained wedding go-wn out of the room….

“CUT!”

The director shouted with all his might and everyone in the room began to cl@p. All of sudden, the lights c@m£ on.

**

“And that was a job well done!” Shouted Director Dee (D.D) as he hvgged his super star actress who was now coming back in the bloody wedding go-wn.

“You did well dear.” He said, k!ss!ngher on the cheek.

“Now, let’s clean up this place.” D.D shouted and was surprised to see that Alex was still lying on the ground

. “Come on stand up buddy! She’s killed you and you are dead but that’s in the movie, not in real life. If you dare sleep off on that floor, I will be the one who kills you in real life.”

Everyone laughed including Adam who was now standing up, removing his blood-stained costume.

“Come dear, let’s get you out of that costume.” Said Vivian to Harmony, she was her costumier and her closest friend.

“You look like you actually killed someone in real life.” She joked as they walked to the bathroom together.

“What time is it?” Harmony asked while her friend pu-ll-ed out a chair for her, they were in the dressing room.

“It’s some minutes past midnight.” Vivian replied, pu-lling out the wig from Harmony’s head and brou-ght out a box of facial wipes.

“Where’s my baby?” Harmony asked while her friend dabbe-d at her face, wiping off the make-up.

“She’s in the other room, she’s sleeping peacefully.” Vivian replied.

“I promised her pizza tonight, too bad I couldn’t give her. She would never forgive me. I need to go home tonight.”

Vivian st©pped and stared at her friend. “Go home? It’s dangerous babe. Look, you are my friend okay, and you are a grand super star, we cannot let anything happen to you.”

Harmony sighed, “I have to go home. I move in to my new place days ago and I haven’t even spent a night in it. I really need to go home tonight.

. I can’t go to an h0tel tonight.”

“You are so stubborn Harmony! Has anyone told you that before?”

She nodded, “yea, you have. A million times.”

**

An hour later, she was driving on the road while nodding to the music playing in her car. Tracy sle-pt beside her, snoring peacefully. She was just five years old and she was everything to her. Sometimes, Harmony would wonder if there was a greater love than that of a mother to her child, it was amazing how you would love someone even more than you love yourself. She would die if anything happened to her daughter.

She took another look at her before focusing on the road. She should have really stayed back. She had a long day and she was tired but she just wanted to spend at least one night in her house, Tracy had been clamoring for that and she had promised her two things tonight-either pizza or taking her home tonight. She wanted to see the surprised look on her face when she wakes up in the morning-she would be so thrilled.

Harmony smiled to take another look at her daughter, h@rdly had she turned back when she realized a trailer was coming straight at her. quic-kly she pressed the br@ke but for no reason, it failed.

No, no, no no!

She looked at Tracy and then back at the trailer who was still rushing towards her, she couldn’t swerve right or left as they were on a bridge, swerving would be a colossal mistake.

“Oh God! plea-se!” She prayed, her che-st rising and falling, there was only one thing on her mind and that was the safety of her daughter. She let go of the wheels, gathered her arms around her sleepy daughter and shut her eyes……

HARMONY’SPOV

“Lord plea-se even if I die, keep my baby safe plea-se, plea-se, plea-se.”

Those were the prayers I found myself repeating over and over again even when I felt the brightness of the headlamps so close in my eyelids, I shut my eyes ti-ght. This was the end of everything, I could tell it was just a matter of second before it crashed into us but all of a sudden, I heard a skrie-king noise and I shut my ears while still holding Tracy close

. It wasn’t a crashing noise at all, instead, it was like someone pu-lling perhaps the br@ke of….

I looked up and to amazement, the trailer was slowing down even though the ti-p was alre-ady tou-ching the front of my car, I couldn’t see what was happening but, I realized the door of the trailer was opened and whoever was in,side was pu-lling the br@ke somehow…

Oh my god! Oh my god!

Without thinking, I gr@bb£d Tracy in my arms, opened the door and climbe-d out of the car and began to run further back, away from the sight.

“Mummy…” Tracy stirred in my arms where I sat hurdled in a corner far away, where I looked at what was happening.

“Oh my darling. You are okay, you are awake…” I cried for joy, hvgging her closer but she was too confused.

. Still I sat on the tarred road, watching the trailer which was no longer moving butwas now a few inches away from my car. The door was still opened but while watching, I realized someone climbe-d out of it. I couldn’t really see because it was dark and the lights from my car wasn’t towards that direction. Instead, I saw the silhouette of a man standing and looking at us.

For some reason, my mind kept beating ra-pidly as I watched him. Could he be driver? Why was he not talking? He could at least apologise or…the sound of siren behind me interrupted my thoughts. Police cars and an ambulance were approaching. I heaved a sigh of relief and stood up, holding Tracy by the hand. Momentarily, I glanced towards the figure again but to my surprise, he was gone.

“Madam, are you okay?” Said an inspector, rushing towards me. I nodded as the rest went towards the scene.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, the trailer..i don’t know what happened to the driver, he was just standing there and my br@kes failed but I am fine.”

“You said you saw the driver?”

I nodded and pointed towards where he had stood. “Yes, he was just standing there few seconds again.” I explained.

“Okay.” The inspectore replied and talked into his walkie-talkie.

“Come with me madam.” Said another inspector, a woman this time.

. She carried Tracy in her arms and together we walked to one of their cars.

After I got settled in the car with my daughter with me, the other inspector c@m£ closer.

“Thought you said you saw the driver some seconds ago?”

I nodded.

“Well, was he wearing a uniform?”

I frowned, “I don’t know, it was too dark. Why? Did you see him?”

“We found a man in the other seat beside the driver, he looked like the driver as it is stated here.” The inspector said, bringing out a wallet which had an ID card. “Think he had a seizure of some kind, he has foams all over his mind and that was why he lost control of the truck. He is still unconscious. You sure you saw someone there?”

I frowned, what was the meaning of this. “Yea, I did. I think he actually pu-ll-ed the br@kes to give my daughter and I a chance to escape.”

“Well, there is no one there and there was no way any sane man would have climbe-d into a moving trailer that was about to crash. Plus, I just called the company, the man left the company alone and no one was with him.”

I was quiet. This didn’t make any s-en-se. While I wondered, I saw the medics carrying a stretcher and on it was the driver, he had the uniform on and he was unconscious just like I just heard. Still, who was the man that had saved us? How did he get into a moving truck and why did he leave so suddenly without a word?

TBC…

Hope nob©dy is confused. Patience, guys, even if you don’t get it now, know that it’ll soon make s-en-se. This story is a ban-ger.