RESURRECTION – Season Two: Episode 4

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“What are you now?  Are you truly dead?” asked Melinda amid hot tears. “Maybe I am now one of the risen dead you saw last night,” replied Austin. Just then a fat man bearing a piece of equipment with two other men walked past Austin, talking to someone over the phone, “We haven’t seen anything like this before. It is spine-chilling. There is no dead body in the car under the trailer sir, nor can we find any trace of blood. It is as if a ghost drove the car. The police have interviewed the trailer driver; his claims are not any less disturbing. He claims that when the accident happened, he tried to help the person or persons who might have been in the car, but found no one. According to him, at the time of the accident, the scene was filled with so much fear he had to flee from it.”

Austin and Melinda had to trace their steps back to hear all that the fat man said. With a flicker of hope in his eyes, Austin asked Melinda, “Could it be I never was in this car when the accident occurred?” “This has the fingerprints of Michael all over it. I think he is trying to scare us. I think you are alive for real.” “Hold on Melinda, how then do you explain my car being crumpled under this trailer and yet I have been driving the same car all morning? How did I get to wake up in my car this morning? Also remember you saw me dead in that valley you described. I think I am dead. Perhaps Michael killed and brought me back just like he did to Angelique.” “Stop it! You are scaring me. This is clearly Michael at work; he doesn’t want that grave dug up. He is showing off his power; he wants us to know what he is capable of. This is what all this is about. I have been the one claiming all morning that you are dead, but right now I don’t believe it anymore,” Melinda said stoically.

“How do we establish without doubt that I am not like Angelique and the rest? Frankly I don’t feel like I am dead, but the events of last night and this one here are messing up with my head.” “Let’s go see Strong Pastor,” suggested Melinda. The two of them began to walk away briskly from the scene of the weird accident, with their hurried gait; people took notice of them and began to wonder why they were still in their nightclothes by mid-day.  A policeman standing nearby took notice of them and decided to ask them questions.

“Excuse me Sir! Can I have a word with you and your…?” “Fiancé,” supplied Austin. “Do you by any chance recognize the car buried under this trailer?” asked the policeman. “No, I don’t. I have no clue whose it is,” replied Austin. “Why do I get the feeling you are lying to me?” quizzed the policeman. “That is preposterous sir! Do you now analyze suspects with telepathy? He told you no and that is his answer,” said Melinda angrily at the policeman. “It is past mid-day and the two of you are still in your nightclothes, do you live around here?” “No we don’t,” replied Austin hastily. “Then where is your car?” Austin raised his hand and pointed towards his car and then realized that claiming that his car was his would raise eyebrows, because the car he had been driving since morning was the same car under the trailer.

“Which one?” asked the policeman. Austin painfully searched his mind for an apt answer. Melinda saw his fix and stepped in, “Oh darling I forgot to tell you, I sent the driver to buy some stuffs for me. Sorry officer, our car is not here. Can we go now?”

The policeman was not entirely convinced that all they told him was true, but he had to let them go. He stood watching Austin and Melinda walk into a shopping mall nearby. Austin and Melinda had to pass their car as though it was not theirs; and thankfully the policeman did not notice the plate number on Austin’s Hyundai. It was the same as the one under the trailer. Had he seen it, he would have wanted to have it searched. The things they might have found in it would have led them to Austin. When they got into the shopping mall, Melinda took Austin’s phone and dialed Verah, intending to ask her for help. She wanted Verah to come over and drive Austin’s car away.

However, when Verah picked the call, her words threw Melinda and Austin back to square one in their quest to manage their day which was spinning out of control, “Hello Verah! Where are you? I need your…” “Chill babe, I am on my way to where you are and I have the clothes you asked for,” Verah interjected. “What on earth are you talking about Verah? What clothes?” “You called me about thirty minutes ago to help you pick your clothes from Mr. T and come meet you are Chocolat mall,” replied Verah. “Jesus!” shouted Melinda. “What is it Melinda?” “Verah, thirty minutes ago I didn’t even know I will be at Chocolat mall, I and Austin just got here now. And believe me; I didn’t call you at any time to go pick my clothes from Mr. T. In over a year now I haven’t patronized Mr. T for my laundry needs. Did Mr. T give you my clothes?” “Yes. I have them here.” “Jeez! God what is this?” “Melinda! Are you okay? Is Michael back again?” “It is okay Verah, I am waiting for you; get here fast.”

 “Austin, what is going on? Verah claims I called her some thirty minutes ago to go pick my clothes from a launderer I have not seen in more than a year; and surprisingly the man gave her my clothes. She said I told her to meet me here when I supposedly called her about thirty minutes ago. This is not happening baby, perhaps we are still asleep. It is all a long winding dream.” “Baby I wish I could tell you it is all a dream. Ten minutes ago we didn’t even know we would be here. So how could you have told her to pick your clothes from a man you no longer patronize and to meet you in a place you didn’t even know you would be at?”

While they pondered Verah’s claims, Osoba called Austin; when Austin saw his call, he quickly took it, “Hello Osoba! How did it go?” “Nasty! It was nasty Austin. Whatever is in that grave fountains from the soul of Lucifer himself. Two of my colleagues turned into monsters and attacked me. I had to kill them, I hope I killed them.” “Where are you now?”  “I am on my way to Calabar; I have to see my spiritual counselor. After I am done with him, I will go back and dig up that cursed grave, trust me I will.” “I want it dug up fast; we are having a hell of time here. Whatever is in it must have been angered by our effort to exhume it. Keep me posted in whatever you intend to do about the grave.” “I certainly will. I have to hang up now, bye.” “Bye Osoba.” Melinda had heard a part of the telephone conversation and knew things didn’t go down well in Eku-Obhiosa.

As Melinda and Austin mused over the strange happenings, Verah pulled into the car park, picked the clothes he got from Mr. T and walked into the mall. Inside the mall, Melinda looked over the clothes Verah picked from Mr. T and they were her clothes. “How did Mr. T get these clothes?” “He didn’t tell me? He had them already packed when I got there. Whoever called me, must have told him I was coming to pick your…” “And whoever sent your clothes there must have known you used Mr. T for your laundry needs in the past,” interjected Austin. “Michael knew. He had driven me to Mr. T’s office a number of times,” recalled Melinda. “Does this mean Michael is after us again?” asked Verah. “So who paid for the laundry service?” asked Melinda. “I did. I gave him two thousand Naira,” replied Verah.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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