THE SCHOOL GHOST
Episode 7
Written by remi the writer
~FLASHBACK~“Don’t worry Honey”. Susan said, her fingers brushing Richards cheeks.
Susan’s leave to London had left an ache in Richard’s chest, a void he couldn’t articulate, he had to bid his mother a goodbye.
Her determination, had won a business contract to a new life abroad.
She had left their modest home, promising to send for their son, Richard, once she was settled.
“Your father will take care of you.”
His mother’s whispered in his ears before taking her leave.
“I won’t be back so soon, always be on your best behavior, my love soon you’ll complete your studies abroad”.
‘Jerry’ Susan’s new husband, had stepped into their lives like a stranger with a borrowed smile.
Richard’s dad had left both mother and son without taking a second glance at them.
Susan who had been divorced with the objection of all men being worthless had keep to herself, not until she had converge with Jerry.
Susan found solace with him, while entrusting him with her son.
Jerry, a man worn by life’s disappointments of wealth fueled by desperation and the cruel laughter of his friends echoing in his ears.
They called him “Woman wrapper,” mocking his role as the submissive husband to Susan, the woman who had swept into his live like a tempest.
But Jerry remained behind, tethered by duty and fear. His friends’ words cut deeper than the sharpest blades.
“Susan got a contract? she’s just a woman, here you are, babysitting a ba$tards child”. they hissed. “Be a man Jerry, be the bread winner.”
Their words had a negative perspective on Jerry, he knew he had to change his fate, writing by remi the writer.
He stepped into the grove, his friends had depicted, the ancient herbalist awaited him a wizened figure with eyes like polished obsidian and black chalks marked on each corner of his face.
“You seek wealth my son? I have been waiting for your arrival”. the native doctor intoned, his voice a rustle of leaves.
“But wealth demands sacrifice”. he said.
Jerry’s heart pounded. “I’ll do anything”. he restored. “Anything”.
The native doctor’s laughter echoed through the moonlit clearing.
“This wealth is yours alone. But heed my terms.”
“Tell me,” Jerry urged.
“You will be Rich beyond your imagination “. the native doctor said.
“You need a teenager’s head to start the rituals, secondly, this newfound fortune, and m@dness will claim you if a third party knew of this.
Jerry’s mind raced for such request from the unrighteous wealth.
“What if I refuse?” Jerry asked.
The native doctor send million daggèrs into his eyes piercing his s0ul.
“No one dares to toy with the Gods and decide to flee from your fate, there’s no backing off, you must do it
Otherwise………you might not witness tomorrow’s sunrise, Choose wisely.”
Written by ©️ remi the writer.
TBC ….. Typing episode 8…….
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