THE SCHOOL GHOST
Episode 8
Written by remi the writer
~FLASHBACK CONTINUES~The native doctor’s words keeps replaying on Jerry’s mind like a CD player.
“There’s no backing off, you must do it
Otherwise………you might not witness tomorrow’s sunrise, Choose wisely.”
“What did he meant by not witnessing tomorrow’s sunrise?”. Jerry soliloquize while he keeps biting his fingers absentmindedly.
“My friends are right, I can’t keep babysitting a ba$tards child playing the role of a good husband, I need to live my life “.
He said those words, causing a mild creaked from the door.
As he entered the house, the whole living room was dark.
“Why is everywhere dark? but the power supply had been restored?” his thumb located where the switch was, the bulb revealing little Richard who was fast asleep on the couch.
Immediately he saw richard sleeping, his heart began to beat, thinking it might bur$t at any moment.
“This is my chance”. a loud voice ponder from his head “I can’t remain poor for the rest of my life”.
Without much hesitation, he headed to the store, drew a hoe, with a sack placed on Richards head, with a toss of the hoe, it sliced through his n£ck.
“The one who seeks wealth, you’re back? the native doctor retorted.
Jerry nodded his head, he had already accepted his fate. “He’s not my blood, he’s my stepson, after all.”
The native doctor cracked dev!lishly while he beckoned Jerry inside.
The room was dimly lit, shelves lined with dried herbs, animal skulls, and mysterious artifacts.
“Bring me Richard’s h@ad,” the native doctor commanded. “Place it here.”
Jerry’s trembling hands gripped the sack. While unwrapping the dreadful content.
Jerry’s pulse raced as he stepped back, the room closing in on him.
The native doctor circled the h£ad, chanting in a language Jerry couldn’t comprehend.
Smoke rose from incense, twisting like serpents. The room hummed with energy, a malevolent force that clawed at Jerry’s sanity while glancing simultaneous at the native doctor appeasing the dirty dolls hanged around the chambers.
The native doctor’s eyes gleamed.
“This lad is fully d£ad, and you know that?” he intoned. “But his spirit will seek wealth for you across the entire world.
You are bound now, Jerry. The pact is sealed.”
“Go,” the native doctor said, his £vil laughs anticipate with the glee on his face. “Your journey begins.”
Jerry stepped outside the native doctors hut, the moon smirked at him, while retracing his steps back home.
~PRESENT DAY~The phone pressed against Jerry’s ears, has he listened intently to the native doctor’s raspy voice on the other end.
“Listen carefully,” the herbalist warned, his words laden with ancient wisdom.
“That girl who came to your doorstep today, the one who claims Richard is alive? You must avoid her at all costs. Richard’s soul is restless, and any contact with him could unleash a malevolent force.”
Jerry swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“But I k!lled Richard,” he stammered. “I followed your instructions to the letter. The ritual was supposed to grant me wealth and power.”
The herbalist’s laughter echoed through the phone. “Fo0l!sh creature” he hissed.
“You think you can control the forces beyond life and death? Richard’s spirit has returned, seeking v£ngeance.
You must not speak his name, nor acknowledge his existence. Do you understand?”
Richard’s stepfather nodded, even though the room seemed to spin around him.
He cut the call, glancing at the framed photograph on the mantelpiece a young man with a mischievous smile, Richard, his stepson, whom he had s@crificed for wealth.
As if sensing his thoughts, Susan, his wife, entered the room.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears trickled down her cheeks.
“What’s going on, Jerry?” she asked, her voice trembling.
” That girl claims my son is schooling …. what’s the name? ….St Anthony, how possible could that be? was he adopted? the police and private investigators already search for him?”.
Jerry’s hesitated, torn between loyalty to the herbalist and the love he still harbored for Susan.
“She’s just a confused student,” he replied, trying to sound casual. “Probably lost her way. Nothing to worry about.”
Susan crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. “Jerry, it’s been two years since Richard disappeared,” she said softly,
“I’ve waited, hoped, and prayed. But this girl, I think she might be right? let’s go to St Anthony, he might be there..”.
Jerry clenched his phone with anger.
“Susan,” he began, “the girl is a nuisance, She’s just playing tricks on people’s doorsteps, don’t tell me you believe such nonsense from a lass?
Richard will return whenever he wants , he’s just missing.”
Susan’s eyes narrowed. “Am not believing anyone I just wanted to confirm if it was really our son”.
Jerry’s heart raced. “Susan, please,” he pleaded. “Don’t mind that girl, she’s just joking around”.
Susan moved closer to him, her voice unwavering. she declared.
“if only you love him like your biological son, he won’t be missing, you would have keep an eye on him, anyways I’ll find my son, With or without you”.
.TBC….
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