RESURRECTION – Season One: Episode 1

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Melinda was a few minutes late to an executive meeting in the company she worked for, but she had to make a brief stop at a drugstore to buy some lozenges, her throat was getting too dry and she feared that if she did nothing about it, soon, she would not be able to speak above a whisper. She drove into a large shopping mall, darted out of her car and dashed into a drug store. “Please do you have any lozenges? I think I am about to have sore throat; I have a scratchy, hoarse feeling in my throat.”

“Yes, we have one,” said the store attendant. The attendant fetched a packet of tablets from the rack. “This is what you need; it will give you a quick relief.” Melinda snatched it from her, tore open of the sachets in the pack and dropped two tablets into her mouth and began to lick them quickly. “It has prescription, you should have asked for that first,” remarked the attendant. “So how many am I meant to take in a day? “Four tablets should be okay. If you take more than four tablets, you will feel drowsy all day.” “Thanks for the prescription; how much I am to pay for this packet?” “Five hundred Naira only.”

Melinda dug into her bag in search of money, when she raised her head to offer the attendant the five hundred Naira note in her hand, the attendant pointed to someone standing behind Melinda’s back and said, “He has taken care of it.” “Who?” asked Melinda as she turned to see who was standing behind her. “Holy Moses! Michael! Ghost! Ghost!”  Melinda literally leapt over the counter and ran into the room behind the store. 

The attendant followed suit believing that the man who stood in her shop was a ghost. Michael called for Melinda to come back, assuring her that he was no ghost. After some minutes, other customers came into the drugstore to buy things and Michael explained to them why there was no one behind the counter to attend to them. The customers joined in pleading with Melinda and the attendant to come out. When they finally did, Melinda asked Michael, “This has to be your ghost, right? Tell me this is your ghost.” “I am here in the flesh; I have never been dead. If I was dead, then who is standing in front of you?”  

“Your ghost! The ghost of Michael is standing in front of me! I heard you were dead. You died in Malta. I couldn’t attend your burial because my managers in London wouldn’t let me travel. You are dead. You died in a plane crash in Malta. Ehm…it was…Angelique! Yes, Angelique! She told me everything about your burial; she even snapped photos of it,” Melinda explained, her voice laced with palpable fear. The customers, who moments earlier had helped to plead with Melinda and the store attendant to come out, began to leave the store one after another as a result of Melinda’s graphic description of Michael’s death and burial.

“She told you that I was dead? But here I am in flesh and blood. I am no ghost! I am for real! Okay do your test, prove to yourself that I am no ghost.” Melinda glanced at her wrist watch. “Michael I am late for a meeting; I guess we have to do this some other time…” “No Melinda do it now! Why would someone tell you that I am dead?” Melinda grabbed as much flesh on Michael’s hand as she could and pulled hard. “Aw!” shouted Michael. Melinda’s fingernails had dug into his flesh and ripped it open; seeing he was bleeding, Melinda exclaimed, “You are not dead after all!”  She turned to the store attendant and said, “He is bleeding, please can you attend to his wound?” “Now do you believe I am not dead Melinda?”

“Okay you are not dead. But your being alive leaves a lot of questions. There is a grave somewhere which is supposedly your grave. Who is in it? Where on earth have you been all these years? Do you have a contact where I can reach you? Maybe a ghost contact; I have to dash off to a meeting. I will call you later in the night. You have some serious questions to answer; I want to know why there is a grave which you are meant to be in at the moment.” Michael and Melinda exchanged phone numbers and Melinda left for work.

As Melinda drove to work, she couldn’t stop wondering why Michael had a grave somewhere and yet was alive. She didn’t like the habit of making calls while driving, but she had to call Angelique to tell her whom she had just run into.  Melinda picked her phone and dialed Angelique’s number. It rang severally and no one picked it, she had to give up dialing her and promised herself that she would call her back after the day’s work. She arrived at the company she worked for and was parking her car when her phone rang. She checked it and saw it was Angelique’s number; excitedly she picked the call to tell her who she had just found, “Hello Anjo! (Angelique’s nickname) Guess who I saw…” The words of the voice on the other end of the line made Melinda stop cold. The masculine voice was saying, “Am sorry, this is not Anjo. If Anjo is the owner of this phone number calling you, then I am sorry to tell you that she is dead. She just lost her life in an auto accident.”

 “No! She can’t be dead! You are wrong!”

Melinda shouted so loud on the phone that her colleagues at work ran out to the car park to find out what was wrong with her.  Before they could reach her, she stepped out of her car and slumped to the ground in a heap, wailing bitterly. The man on the other end of the phone held his peace and waited for her to come round.

“Hello,” said the male voice. “…I am calling to inform you of her death because you are the last person to have dialed her phone…”

“How did my friend die?” asked Melinda amid heart-wrenching sobs.

“Her car screeched to a stop on Maya Avenue and she ran out of it as though something in the car was after her. She was shouting incoherently and looking back at her car while trying to cross the road…” The male voice paused momentarily and then continued, “…a car ran over her as she tried to get to the other side of the road.”

 The tone of finality in the man’s voice affected Melinda very much; she could tell the call was no joke. In a matter of seconds, Melinda began to tremble terribly. She was sweating all over and couldn’t walk on her own. Her colleagues had to bear her to their company clinic.
When Melinda recovered much later in the day, she was driven home by a colleague of hers. Wondering if her friends had heard of Angelique’s death, she decided called some of them to inform them about Angelique’s death; thankfully the stranger who called her had also called another friend whose number he found in Angelique’s phone, and the friend had informed the others of her death.

By the time Melinda was calling, Angelique’s parents had already been informed and had come to identify Angelique’s body as their daughter’s.  Still in shock over her friend’s death, Melinda called Michael to inform him about Angelique’s death. “You won’t believe what happened after I left you. Angelique is dead! She died earlier today…”

“Are you sure…Oh my God! What…Oh God…I don’t know what to say. Are you sure she is dead for real?” Michael stuttered in shock.

“Believe me Michael, she is dead. Her parents have even identified her body as their daughter.” “How are you feeling now? I know this must be hard for you? Can I come over and be with you?” “No don’t worry my boyfriend is on his way here.” “How did it happen? I mean Angelique’s death,” asked Michael.

“What I was told is shocking, it sounds like something from the movies. I was told she was running away from something in her car when another car ran over her.” “I can’t get what you are saying Melinda, wasn’t she in the car when she had the accident?” “No Michael she wasn’t in her car, she was running from something in her car. No one knows what it was. Have you got is now?”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Michael are you there?” There was still silence.

Melinda was certain the phone line was open, “Hello Michael are you there?” Then came a heart-stopping shriek from Michael’s own end of the telephone conversation, “AAAH!! AAAH!!! O God! No! AAAH!!!”  The voice was a woman struck with dread.

The shout jolted Melinda so much she threw her phone on the bed and fled from her room. She was heading for her door when it creaked and began to open slowly. Melinda stood in front of it frozen with fear and her heart pounding away like the rumbling of the sky on a rainy day.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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