RISING DEEP - Episode 3

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I was certain something stood in the way of my intention to talk to someone outside my family about the horror which had taken hold of my family. My intention was to talk to our pastor. Sadly, each time I made up my mind to talk to him, something kept me from it. While this happened, the sodomy between my parents and Gegwe continued unabated. It was so bad that some nights their moans would strangely suck me into their room. At such moments I felt strange touches all over my body, it felt as though I was in the very act with them. I would moan as did my mother and Gegwe and would have repeated orgasm. Mornings after such demonic orgies, I would wake to see marks all over my body and my bed sheet stained with male sperm. In line with the strange happenings in our house, the marks on my body would disappear once it struck 12:00 each day.

With time, I began to fear that maybe I was being offered to something. Slowly I began to lose my mind and my relationship with my father drifted further apart. I was overcome with so much disgust for him that all I could think of was how to poison him.

Three months after this begun, Samuel and Sandra began to act strangely. They became closer to each other in ways in which blood brother and sister should not be. My fears became magnified. I feared that perhaps that Samuel and Sandra had been overcome by the spirits which invaded our home and had begun to have sex together. I cried, prayed, fasted and yet nothing changed. The height of my nightmare was when I found out that Sandra who hated Gegwe intensely had become best of friends with her. They went shopping together, saw movies together and even visited their boyfriends together.

While hell took hold of my family and dragged us to hades, my parents, Gegwe and Sandra became very active in church. It made me sick to see my parents and Gegwe working actively in church. As for Sandra, I had not caught her in any of the incestuous orgies they had, but I feared for her.

It was at this time that I decided to pay my pastor a visit and let him in on what had begun in my family. At the reception in church office I waited for my turn to go in and see my pastor. My heart was pounding furiously. I felt as though there was a pair of eyes looking at me. I was almost sure of it. However, I held my nerve and clung unto my resolve to speak to someone about what was going on in my family. Then my pastor stepped out of his office, in the company of a man, a church member. I had seen that man a few times in church. He seemed a troubled man. When my pastor saw me, he exclaimed, “There is a member of the family I was speaking to you about! They are one of my most committed families in the church.” Pointing at me, my pastor led the man toward me. “Patricia, have you met Mr. Lawrence before?” he asked. I nodded, still dazed that my pastor thought my family one of the most committed families in the church.

“God has blessed your family Patricia and I believe it is down to how much your parents and sister work in the house of the Lord…” Turning to Mr. Lawrence, my Pastor continued, “I am convinced that if you would get closer to her parents, you will learn a lot about how to give yourself to the service of the Lord.” At that, I almost puked. It took a lot for me not to scream, “My family is cursed! The devil has sex with my parents and sister every night!” My pastor noticed the way my face contorted in disgust and asked, “Are you okay Pat?” “No, I am not. I am terribly sick.” “Mr. Lawrence, go do what I have told you to do. Let me talk with Patricia, she looks sick indeed.” “Okay sir,” replied Mr. Lawrence. He had his gaze fixed on my and I did not know why. Without meaning to, I found myself nodding my head and blinking repeated at Mr. Lawrence. I could tell he understood I was trying to tell him not to see my parents.

When I figured my pastor had understood I was saying something to Mr. Lawrence, I held my head with both hands as if my head was being split by headache. “Okay Patricia, let’s go, you look very sick,” my pastor said as he led me into his office. I was going to spill out everything the moment I sat down in my pastor’s office. However, when he began to rebuke me, I held my peace. “Patricia, you should not be falling ill very often as you do! You are not in any department in church! How do you honour the Lord from month to month? Take a look at Gegwe your sister who joined us the other day, she is in three departments! She has the same zeal as your parents!

“Even Sandra has stepped up her commitment to the Lord. When you give the Lord your time, intellect, skill and your body, he will give you his all! When will you begin to work for the Lord? Next month we will send young missionaries to Gambia; your sisters and brother have signed up, and till now you have not shown any interest. You don’t love the Lord! You don’t care about the Lord! All you care about are your boyfriends, school and how you look. I am certain you have given your virginity to one of those boys who always follow you around. You know what, that is the reason you are always sickly.” I was still a virgin, and yet he said he was certain I had given it to some boyfriend; that was pure bigotry.

I felt worse listening to my pastor say all that. I was also stunned that he could not see that my parents and sister were into the worst form of sin anyone could imagine. I cried bitterly but it was not because of the things my pastor said. I cried because of how ignorant he was. I cried because he could not see what was coming. I knew that my parents and Gegwe would tear down that church if no one did nothing to stop them. I stood up to leave and said to my pastor, “I am sorry I have not been active in church as much as I should.” “Where are you going? Sit down so I can pray for you,” he said. “I don’t need it anymore. I am fine now. Thank you sir,” I said and left his office. He was so shocked he could not speak a word. I was not sure a man as blind as him could get any answers to his prayers, and besides, I wasn’t sick.

I left the church office complex crying all the way home.

From the day I attempted to talk to my pastor about what was going on in my family, I noticed that all my friends began to leave me. One after another, they all, both male and female, flocked toward Gegwe. It made me cry. I felt abandoned. However, willing not to be out done, I worked hard to get new friends. Sadly, whenever they met my sister, Gegwe, they would leave me and follow her. I knew she was using something to draw them to herself. I was convinced after all I had seen that Gegwe was not entirely human. She must have come from hell.

About this time I had stopped worshipping in the same church as my parents and siblings. I had to leave after my pastor called out Gegwe one Sunday morning and spoke about her as an example of a God-fearing young girl. My parents were praised too for bringing up a child like her. I was so sickened by that I could not wait for the service to end. While church members celebrated my parents and Gegwe, I sneaked out of the church auditorium, never to come back.

My parents’ secret lifestyle blew up in their faces the night Gegwe tried to have sex with Sandra. Before that event, I had noticed that Sandra was no longer friendly with Gegwe. Samuel on the other hand had become too withdrawn. Many nights he would go out and not come home. My parents didn’t care, they were all focused on Gegwe and their nightly orgies.

So on that night, we had heard Sandra scream about 3:00 am in the morning. She had woken up and found Gegwe on top of her touching her seductively without both their clothes on. Sandra was sure she had locked her door and had her clothes on, how Gegwe got into her room and removed her clothes was beyond her. Sandra was the fiery type, though she was scared, yet she attacked Gegwe with her nails and teeth, tearing her up at lightning speed. While she fought Gegwe, she screamed and prayed at the same time.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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