RESURRECTION – Season Two: Episode 1

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“I want it done professionally. Bring samples and take pictures of whatever you find in that grave. You have assured us you can do this, so I expect you to make good your words,” said Austin. “I have dug up many troublesome dead people from their graves; I believe I can handle this one. We will dig him up and get you the things you have asked for and if you want, we can also keep him quiet forever. This is what we do,” assured Osoba boastfully.

“I am glad you can do this for us; but on the other hand, be very cautious with this one, no one knows what you might find down there.” “Okay Mr. Austin, if anything goes wrong you will be the first to know. I have to take my leave now.” Osoba and his friend got in their car and left. Austin hung around for a while, sipping his drink slowly just to make sure no one was watching them. When he was certain that there was nothing to be suspicious of, he left the bar and drove off in his car.

About 9:00 pm, Osoba and his two colleagues made their way into Eku-Obhiosa, in Edo state, Michael’s home town. Some weeks earlier they had scouted the village and took pictures of Michael’s grave. So tonight, they knew exactly where to go; they had to hang out in a local bar and waited for the village to go to sleep. They left the local drink joint by 10:15 pm and drove closer to Michael’s father’s residence and waited in their car. About 11:00 pm, the entire village retired into their abodes. Only scattered barks of some local breed dogs could be heard from far flung compounds.

Bravely Osoba and his two colleagues made their way to Michael’s grave. Osoba’s concern, the time he visited Michael’s grave was the reason his grave was situated some distance away from his father’s residence. He had asked, and a local resident explained to him that according to what they were told, Michael had picked the spot himself some days to his burial when he appeared to his father in a dream.

With the grave some distance away from residential buildings, it seemed to Osoba that it would be to their advantage; many people won’t hear them digging. They didn’t waste time to dig; Osoba spread some potent salt around the grave which was expected to keep the dead quiet and asked his colleagues to start digging. With a pickaxe, they knocked off the cemented cover of the grave and began to shovel the sand underneath away. The two young men were working at amazing speed. Osoba stood a little away from them looking out for any intruder. Unexplainably Osoba’s colleagues stopped digging; the two of them rested their chin on the handle of their shovels, looking intensely into the grave as if they had beholden a wondrous sight.

Osoba stepped closer to see what it was that held their attention raptly; he looked into the grave and there was nothing of note to make them stop digging, so he said to them, “Guys we haven’t got the whole night let’s do this and get away from here. Please start digging.” Osoba had hardly finished his statement when one of his colleagues closest to him jerked his face up, his eyes flaming, and thrust his shovel into Osoba’s face. Osoba ducked, trying hard to avoid the blow from the incoming shovel, but a small part of it caught a fraction of his face, tearing it open.

The other colleague of his snarled like a dog and came after him with his shovel. Osoba pulled out his hand gun and emptied two bullets into his head and he went down to the ground with a thud. He turned to shoot the other guy, but he moved too fast for Osoba to hit him with bullets, and stood behind Osoba. Quickly he smacked his shovel into the back of Osoba’s neck and sent him crashing to the ground.

With inhuman venom he stood over Osoba’s body and began to beat him with the shovel in his hand. The other colleague Osoba shot jolted and sat up from the ground. In a flash, Osoba could see his death coming. In a sublime, instinctive reaction, Osoba grabbed the shovel which the other colleague had dropped when he shot him and plunged it into the colleague standing over him. The colleague staggered, allowing Osoba time to stand to his feet. Wincing from much pain, Osoba managed to fight with the shovel he had just picked up from the ground. With the full weight of his huge frame, he crashed the edge of the shovel into his colleague’s skull, carving it wide open. His colleague went to the ground giving Osoba a brief time to pick his gun again.

He emptied two rounds of bullets into each of his colleagues and limped away to their car. With the sound of gun shots having stirred the neighbourbood, Osoba didn’t want to hang around any longer; he drove off with the sound of his squelching tires rousing the village all the more.

While the horror scene was playing out in Eku-Obhiosa, Melinda was having a hard time trying to sleep; she had hoped to sleep off shortly after her dinner; but the longer she waited to doze off, the more she realized that sleep wasn’t going to come any soon, so she decided to chat up Austin. While they chatted and cracked up each other, Melinda felt she heard a noise in the kitchen. She asked Austin to excuse her for a moment and went to check out what it was. When she stepped into her kitchen, the gas cooker was on, feverishly emitting blue flames. She was sure she turned it off after cooking. Even when she came back to the kitchen to do the dishes, she was certain the gas cooker was off; but how it managed to come on puzzled her.

Fearing there might be someone else in her apartment, she grabbed her kitchen knife to defend herself. With measured steps, she tiptoed into her store to see if someone was there. After she had convinced herself that the intruder wasn’t in the store, she tiptoed away from the store and went towards the gas cooker. At this point, her heart was racing very fast and she wished she had her phone on her to call Austin. She thought to turn off the gas and run into the street to call neighbours for help. As soon as her tender fingers touched the knob of the gas cooker, something unusual happened; a giant human-like shadow grabbed her by her hair and began to drag her across the kitchen floor.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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