RISING DEEP - Episode 9

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - bike rider, phone number, hospital, health condition, darker shade of black, nurses and doctors hairdresser, family, pastor, black water, smoke.


The bike rider stood in front of the house banging on the gate. There was no response. When he got tired and turned to go, a lady walked up to him and said, “There is no one in the house, they have all gone away. I have not seen anyone come out of the house in a couple of days.” “How well do you know them?” asked the bike rider. “I am Patricia’s hairdresser.” “Then I assume you might have her phone number.” “Yes I do, is anything the matter?” “Samuel is very sick at the hospital. I found him foaming from the mouth near the community playground. I need to reach someone in his family to inform them of his health condition.” “Oh my God! What happened to Sammy?” the lady exclaimed as she began to go through her phone book. “I don’t have a clue; all I know is that he is in a bad shape right now. The doctors at the hospital are worried because he is not responding to treatment.”

“Aaah Jesu! Please don’t let Sammy die,” she said, sounding like someone who was crushing on Samuel. “Can you take me to the hospital to see him?” she requested. “Yes of course, but after you have given me his sister’s phone number.” “Yes! Yes! Here is Patricia’s number.” As she read out the number to the bike rider, he punched it into his phone, and dialed it. The number rang several times with no one picking up. “Patricia is not picking up my call,” said the bike rider. “That is unlike her. Let me try the number, maybe she doesn’t want to pick because she doesn’t know the number,” the lady said as she placed a call to Patricia.


Just like when the bike rider rang up her phone number, no one picked up. “She is not picking up my call either. I hope all is well with her. Can we go to the hospital right now?” “Okay let’s be on our way.” The two of them got on the bike rider’s motorcycle and rode off to the hospital.

At the hospital, both doctors and nurses had become very worried about Samuel. Though he had been stabilized a bit after the prayers, the colour of his skin was strangely changing to a darker shade of black. That had left nurses and doctors concerned in no small measure. “Did you find his family members?” the doctor asked as the bike rider led the hairdresser into the hospital reception. “I could not find any of them sir; according to this lady, they have been away for some days.” “We need to get in touch with his family members. At the moment we don’t know what his health problem is. All the tests we have conducted came out negative,” explained the doctor.

“Can I see Samuel please? I know his family very well, I am his sister’s hairdresser and I live on the same street with them.” “Come with me,” said the doctor. The doctor led the hairdresser and the bike rider to ward where Samuel was being attended to. “Since you live close to them, do you by chance know what the young man is suffering from?” the doctor asked. “Samuel to the best of my knowledge does not have any major health problems, I am shocked to hear he is in a condition as bad as what you described earlier,” said the hairdresser.

“Jesu! What is this?!” shouted the hairdresser when she saw Samuel. “How long has he been like this?” “He was brought here today by this commercial motorcycle rider,” the doctor replied. She went closer to Samuel’s bed and called his name, “Samuel! Samuel!” He turned and smiled at the hairdresser weakly. “What is wrong with you Sammy? How long have you been like this?” “They want me to join them, but I don’t want to. They have taken over my…” Samuel began to cough terribly. The spirits tormenting him did not want him to reveal the truth. “What are you talking about Samuel?! Who wants you to join them?!” asked the hairdresser. Samuel could not saw a word as the cough intensified.

“I know his family church; I can bring his pastor over to pray for him. From what he said, his problem is spiritual,” the hairdresser offered. “Please go invite the pastor if you can. This is beyond medical science!” the doctor encouraged her. “Can you take me to go bring his church pastor, I will pay for your time and service?” the hairdresser asked the bike rider. “Let’s go. I am not interested in money!”

As soon as the hairdresser and the bike rider left, the cough which was almost suffocating Samuel stopped. Outside, a big black evil bird circle above the hairdresser and the bike rider. The intention of the bird was to stop the bike rider and the hairdresser from reaching the pastor. None of them took notice of the bird until they were on the road, speeding to reach the pastor in time. From above, the evil black bird swooped down, clucking loudly. The bike rider maneuvered his bike to the right side of the road and tried to apply the break. He could not see the yellow cab to this right trying very hard to avoid them. On the sides of the road, passers-by stood shouting as the bird continued to attack them, swooping down repeatedly on them. “Kroooo!!!” the cab applied its break as its tyres squelched noisily on the tared road, but it was already too lady. “Gbaaam!!!” the cab rammed into the bike and those on it, knocking them into the big gutter nearby. Screaming their heads off, men and women ran to help the bike rider and his passenger. Above head, the black evil bird vanished.

The House
Patricia and Sandra stood by the door of the house looking unbelievably at the stretch of land before the house. Covering the ground and stretching way beyond sight was some ankle length black water with a thick layer of for smoke over it. “What is this?” Sandra asked. “I don’t know, Sandra. I wish I had a clue,” replied Patricia. “We need to get out of here before Gegwe, mom and dad revive!” “Take it easy, Sandra! I don’t know what to do. Do you have any ideas about how to get past this thing?” “I don’t either.” “Can’t you pray over it and command it to dry?” When Patricia said that, the shallow black water tumbled up violently and the smoke over it began to increase, rising high from the surface of the water. “Lord Jesus help us!” Sandra shouted. Patricia looked at her angrily and said, “That is not prayer, do your usual thing and get us out of here!” “I am scared, Pat.” “Stop being scared and pray!”

From inside the house, a loud sound was heard. Without thinking, Sandra ran into the black water and the smoke above it, speaking in tongues. Patricia hesitated a bit and followed her, yelling, “The blood of Jesus! The blood of Jesus!” When the water at their ankle length seemed to increase and overwhelm them, Sandra began to demand at the top pf her voice, “The gates of hell shall not prevail against the church! You evil water and smoke shall not overcome my sister and I in Jesus name! The blood of Jesus is against you! The holy blood is against you!” Patricia felt something curl around her feet, she screamed and jumped on Sandra’s back. The two of them crashed into the water. Hastily they sprang to their feet, coughing and praying in-between.

Patricia was forced to exercise her faith in prayer, when she saw that Sandra was coughing badly. The water had entered her mouth. “I command you evil water to dry in the name of Jesus!” Patricia yelled, stomping her feet on the ground as though to crush the water under her feet. She was encouraged to see Sandra stop coughing as hard as she was earlier. Taking her hand, they began to run, not knowing where they were running to.

“The water is drying Pat!” Sandra shouted. Tired with fighting and running, the two of them stopped and began to pray intensely. From under the drying black water, a feminine head with long black hair, came out and stared at them for a few seconds and then went under the water. None of them saw the head. They were engrossed with praying to have seen that. Some minutes later, the water dried completely.

Happy to have survived that scare, the two of them began to look for the way home. “Do you know where we are, Sandra?” “How are mine supposed to know?” Sandra snapped. “This whole place is creepy, look at the houses, they don’t look normal.” “Shut up Patricia!” “Why are you snapping at me?!” “I don’t know what is wrong with me! I think that evil girl did something to me. I am feeling…” Sandra paused. “How are you feeling Sandra?” “I don’t know, but I feel like going back.” “Going back!!! Jesus! You are out of your mind Sandra!”

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Written by:
Uzoma Ujor

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