RESURRECTION – Season Two: Episode 2

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When the shadow got to the kitchen wall, it went through it as though it was not there. Instead of coming out at the back of Melinda’s kitchen, the shadow walked through the wall into a forest of tombs lodged deep in a valley filled with darkness. The waters around the forest of tombs shimmered in the dim light of the moon, giving the impression that the waters were an abode to some infernal creatures, whose territory Melinda had ventured into. The evil shadow left Melinda on the floor and vanished into the ill-omened darkness around the valley.

Meanwhile Austin was beginning to worry himself to insanity. He couldn’t figure out the reason Melinda had taken too long to return to their chat. He glanced at the clock on the wall; the time was 1:35 am. It had been more than one hour, forty-five minutes since she went into her kitchen. He had called her several times since then but she didn’t pick up. Fear gripped his heart and he began to feel that Melinda might be in trouble. “This is the only reason for her not picking up her phone; she must be in trouble,” he thought. As the tension in his heart reached its crescendo, making it hard for him to breathe, he took his car key and drove off that late hour to Melinda’s house.

As Austin sped through the lonely streets in the night, the only thought on his mind was Melinda’s safety.  He had driven for about thirty minutes when he noticed that something had been following him. It floated in the air and had an appearance he was sure; he had never seen before. He couldn’t tell what it was; it was odd, surreal, out-of-this-world, alien and freakish. It seemed to be encased in broken shards of glass; the light in it blinked with the rhythmic beating of the human heart.

Austin could feel fear creeping over him; his whole body was becoming numb, for a moment he felt his legs had somehow detached themselves from the rest of his body. His hands felt the same way and his eyes began to close on their own accord. For a moment he thought, “Could this be death? Is this how it feels when one is dying?” He slowed his speed and ground his car to a halt under a street light.

The strange object following him also slowed down its speed. Austin had pulled up hoping it would go past him, but the object must have read his mind and slowed some distance behind him. At first Austin wanted to get out of his car to see if he might spot anybody or the police, but he thought the better of it and decided to stay put in his car because the road was eerily lonely at that hour. He didn’t know how long he would have to wait, but he was willing to see what the monster in glowing light would do first. After about fifteen minutes of waiting with the object not moving, Austin started his car and sped off again. From his rear mirror he watched as the object took off in his direction in much the same speed as himself.

At that Austin’s heart almost stopped; he became very sure that whatever it was, was after him. His immediate reaction was to cast a glance at his fuel gauge; he was encouraged to know he had enough fuel to go on a cross country race. Willing not to let the object catch him he stepped on the throttle and let his car fly on the lonely night road.

He didn’t see it coming, his eyes were on the strange object to know how much ground it was gaining on him; by the time he heard a deafening car horn, he took his eyes off the rear mirror and saw a trailer in front of him. The trailer was too close; there was nothing he could do. The only thing he had a fraction of time to do was to shout, “Jesus!” His car went under the trailer and crumpled under its monstrous metallic weight.

Melinda stood in the midst of the forest of tombs quaking with fear like a tender plant swayed by a violent wind. Her eyes darted about. She couldn’t tell what the place was called, but she was certain it was an abode of evil. Slowly it wafted into her ears, it sounded like the cracking of a giant egg, soon the cracking sound spread through the valley, echoing scarily. She could feel her heart pounding painfully against its cage. She tried to pray, but felt a force seizing her tongue. All she could do was wish for help in her mind. She wished for the earth to open up from under her feet and cover her.

As if the earth had heard her wish, the ground under her feet began to crack open and the forest of tombs began to vibrate violently as though the dead in it were about to rise. “GBOAH!! GBOAH!! GBOAH!! GBOAH!!” The graves began to explode, the dead in them began to crawl out, she could see their fetid hands poking out of graves. The stench of the dead filled the air in the valley, making it harder for Melinda to breath. As if the ground was on cue, it opened up and Melinda sunk into it screaming, “AAAH!! AAAH!! AAAH!! AAAH!!” It was actually not the ground that opened up under her, it was a grave. Inside the grave she could hear the bones of the dead in it creaking as if to wake from death.

Melinda shouted all the more, “AAAH!! AAAH!! AAAH!! AAAH!!” Her voice echoed emptily in the forest of the dead, offering her no hope of rescue from any conceivable source.

Some snake-like entities in the grave stirred and awoke to life and began to coil themselves around her feet and body; the risen dead circled around the grave into which she fell and stared down at her hungrily. For a moment she thought she saw Austin amongst them and he said to her with a groaning voice, “Fight! Melinda fight! Don’t let him get to you.” Strangely her phone began to ring inside the grave; she could not fathom how it found its way into the grave. In spite of herself she picked it and began to shout, “Help! Please help me! Help me!” A husky male voice, with the feel of death said to her, “Melinda, you should never have meddled with my business.” Melinda recognized the voice and began to plead for mercy, “Please Michael! Please don’t do this to me! Help me please!”


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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