The spirit next door episode 8

🌴💀The Spirit Next Door💀🌴
Part Eight

I was confused, surprised and afraid at the same time. I deliberated the idea of informing my dad about what I saw or I should just ignored it and accept that the spirit has gone for good.

But the situation was obviously more than what I could bear. Ignoring it doesn’t mean the spirit won’t come again. So the best option is to inform my dad about what I saw.

I ran in,side immediately and went to his room to drop the polythene bag and also tell him about what I saw. When I entered the room, I saw dad consoling mum. She was crying bitterly and intensely. Of course, her only daughter just died.

I wanted to excuse the two and go out. But I changed my mind. I went to where my dad was and narrated what I saw to him. He followed me outside immediately to confirm my story.

Fear was boldly written on his face when he saw the dead chicken. He started panicking and hissing at the same time. I was afraid that he might get upset and start questioning about how everything started.

He went in,side five minutes after showing his discontentment about the situation. I followed him to check the next step he is about to take. He went in,side, picked his phone and dialled a number.

The line of the conversation suggested that he was calling the pastor that left earlier.

“Yes sir, we found a dead chicken and my son said the spirit might still visit us again” he paused to listen to what the pastor was saying then he continued.

“Sir, can you come back tonight,…….. you’re travelling today. Ooh, Okay sir, maybe we will vacate the house until you are back……alright sir, bye”. He ended the call and went in,side his room.

He came out ten minutes later and went to the mortuary with my uncle. They carried Esther’s body into dad’s car and drove her away.

Dad returned one hour later and told me to pack my bag and my younger brother’s bag as fast as I can. He didn’t give me the chance to ask why, he just went in,side the room.

He came out with mom 30 minutes later. “So”, dad started explaining why he told me to pack the bag, “We are going to your uncle’s house. We will stay there for a while. Both Pastors has travelled this morning, so they won’t be back until three days from now”.

“With what Elijah told me, I guess the spirit is haunting this house and I cannot afford to lose another child or my wife. So, we are leaving this house now with immediate effect”.

“Elijah, carry all the bags to the boot” I did as he said and finished everything in less than 20 minutes. The time was around 4 pm then.

We all entered the car and zoomed of to my uncle’s house which was just an hour drive from our place. We arrived to their place on time and the way they welcomed us indicated that my Dad has already informed them about our coming.

We were welcomed warmly, and my cousins helped us carry the bags in,side.

The house has five rooms and the family is of four people. So, getting a place to sleep won’t be difficult. My uncle has only two kids which were far younger than me.

By the time we settled in the house, it was already late. Dinner was served and everyone ate vibrantly except I mum. Probably because of the death of her daughter, and me, because I caused all the problems.

We had a short night prayer and everyone went to bed. I was given a room to share with my immediate younger brother. He slept first and I had to covered him with the single blanket we were given.

I laid down beside him and my eyes was looking at the ceiling. I started thinking and brooding about what I’ve caused. I dozed off after thinking for 15 minutes.

I really enjoyed the sleep because my mind was free and calm. Free from the thought that I will be visited by the spirit. “I’m in a different place, there’s no way the spirit will come to me” was my conclusion.

I was turning and tossing happily on bed when I heard this loud scre-m from my sleep. It sounded as if the voice was in my head. The loudest of the scre-ms I’ve been hearing.

Like someone hypnotised, I stood up immediately and started running outside like the way I acted when I first heard the scre-m in our house.

I opened the door silently and moved outside to see shocking view that troubled my peace.

The Spirit was right there ar the front of the house. He was sitting on the tree that always appears in our house and he was looking at me with rage in his eyes.

Then I realized that the spirit is now after my family. I’m the bridge connecting the Spirit with my family. My mind was troubled. “Who will die tonight”.

👉 Elijah Taiwo Fagbemi