RISING DEEP - Episode 6

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With what I had seen – Samuel losing his mind and waking up in a grave – I knew I had to let someone know about what was going on in my family. So three days after Samuel returned I went to see the pastor of the church where I worshiped. The pastor was so shocked when he heard my story that he asked, “What you just told me, is it a true life story or something you just made up?” “Sir, what you heard has been the experience of my siblings and I since my mystery sister came back from Liberia,” I replied. “God! This is hard to believe. So your brother still has the selective loss of memory till now?” “Yes, he still can’t remember what happened when he went to meet with the seer.” “Your brother will have to be prayed for. I am certain that whatever happened to him has something to do with the forces already at work in your family…” the pastor paused. I could tell something had struck him, an idea perhaps.

“The anointing can be transferred through some materials such as water, cloths and oil. We have some prayer cloths here and some oil, I am minded to let you go home with some of them. You will be required to put the prayer cloth under your brother’s pillow and drop the oil in some parts of the house. I know by experience that either your brother’s memory will return or their will be some violent manifestations in the house. You must be prepared for such.” He stood up and left his office hurriedly. After some minutes he returned with a prayer cloth and a bottle of olive oil. “These are from our prayer room here in church office. They have contacted the anointing and therefore are very powerful against the works of darkness. Take them…” he said handing them to me. “When you get home make use of them as I instructed you, whatever happens let me know,” the pastor concluded.

Gladly I took them from him. In my former church I had heard about the effectiveness of prayer cloths and anointing oil against the works of darkness. I could not wait to get home and use them as I was told. When I got home, I took Sandra to my room and told her all my pastor had said. Quickly we uncorked the anointing oil and dropped it in all parts of the house, including Gegwe’s room and my parents’ room. We carefully tucked the prayer cloth under one of  the pillows on  Samuel’s bed, though he was in the living room watching a television programme, we made sure not to let him know what we were doing.

Since he came back, he had been acting weird. Often he would laugh very loud to himself and at other times, he would not talk to anyone for hours. Whatever was done to him was eating him away already. That night, when Gegwe came back from visiting some of her numerous friends we waited to see how she would react. As far as we were concerned, nothing happened. When our parents came back they did not react in any unusual way. Samuel on his part had gone into his room on several occasions and laid on his bed without showing signs of recovery.

Though the situation of things wanted us to despair and give up hope, we held unto our faith. Sandra and I retired to my room and tarried in prayer for long. We were awake when my parents and Gegwe began their evil act. The sound of their lustful moan deflated my faith I must say. I was expecting they would not be able to do that on account of the anointing oil we had dropped all over the house.

Unperturbed, their act went on. Because we could not sleep for reasons we couldn’t explain, I and Sandra kept checking on Samuel who was sound asleep on his bed. About 1:30 am, Sandra and I stretched ourselves on the bed for some rest. That was the last thing I remember doing. When I woke up about two hours later, my room was crammed to the brim. Naked men and women of different colours and shapes were in my room pulling my spirit out of my body. I screamed for help and realized that no one could hear me. When I managed to turn to look at Sandra, she was sitting on the bed and staring at me with cold eyes. The look of her face terrified me the most. “Jesus! Jesus!!!” I managed to scream. At the mention of that name, Sandra screamed in pain and flung herself on the bed. She remained on the bed twisting and shouting as if something was trying to come out of her body. At other times she would open her mouth so wide you would think a serpent was about to slither out of it. She was under a demonic influence, that much I could tell.

In spite of how much we shouted, no one came to our aid.

Something worse happened, after I had shouted the name of Jesus, I felt a thick invisible fabric material drop over my mouth and sealed it. Within me I prayed and called at my brother Samuel for help, but not a sound escaped from my mouth. Some of the spirits in my room had fled when I shouted the name of Jesus, however, when the invisible piece of cloth dropped over my mouth, I saw them sneaking of the walls of my room. At first it was their heads and then their legs and arms. As their number increased, I fought as hard as I could to break free from the cloth over my mouth to pray. Sandra was still twisting next to me and had begun to grunt horribly. Those spirits had us just where they wanted us and there was no help coming our way.

When my room had filled again with those spirits, I said my last prayer. I expected them to either tear us to pieces or even take possession of us. When all hope seemed lost, Sandra’s grunting began to sound to me like she was speaking in tongues. Inside me, I felt strength building up as those gibberish escaped from Sandra’s lips. When the invisible piece of cloth over my mouth could not keep the power in my belly down anymore, I opened my mouth in prayer and then came out this, “The blood of God’s Holy One is against us!!” In that instance, my room lit up with a resplendent glow of unnatural light. I saw the spirits explode in the light. Then Sandra stopped twisting on the bed. Just like she was doing before then, she opened her mouth very wide and a thick blast of dark smoke rushed out of her mouth, accompanied with the most surreal shriek my ears had ever heard. The sound was so sharp it seemed to pierce my ears. It was the voice of a lady in utmost pain.

At the end of that, everything came to a stop. There were no more screams and naked spirits seeking to tear us apart. Sandra sat up on the bed and began to sob gently. I held her in my hands and comforted her. Like the roar of fans in a football pitch, we heard screams from my parents’ room. We sprang to our feet and made a dash for their room. When we got there, the door of their room was like a pillar of thick, dark, cloud. We could not touch the door to open it. The screams inside the room continued.

It was Sandra who heard it first, some sound was coming from Samuel’s room. “Samuel!!!” Sandra shouted and bolted off toward his room. I followed behind her. When we opened the door to his room, Samuel’s bed was covered with fresh red sand. The very type we had seen inside the grave he woke up from three days ago.

Speechlessly, we stood at the door staring at Samuel’s bed unbelievably. None of us had the courage to step into the room and search for Samuel. Had he disintegrated into the sand we saw? Was he dead all along. Was the pile of sand on his bed an evidence that he had been delivered from the power which took his memory. All these thoughts went through my mind in a flash. In the background, my parents and Gegwe were still screaming. When we ran back to their door, the darkness which covered their door had begun to churn like the wave of the sea. “Sandra! Let’s go into my room and pray!” I screamed, dragging her into my room. When we got into my room, uncle Jones was seating on the edge of my bed with a belt in his hand. His face was in layers of demonic frown. Angrily, he sprang to his feet and swung the belt in his hand at us.


Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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RISING DEEP - Episode 6
Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - pastor, church, prayer cloth, oil, cloth, prayer, the works of darkness, darkness, dark, parents, anointing oil, open her mouth, spirits, mouth, prayer, pray, room, door.
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