The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 20
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🙎 The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode Twenty: 🤵
I was about breaking the second egg on the first coffin, being the last person I would set free when Mr. Damilola entered and was shocked to see his five captives, all out from the coffin he had trapped them, and were all standing like a manicure.
“Who the hell is this invader? Show yourself!” He shouted angrily and started sprinkling some liquid on the floor.
I ran back to the cartons, where I hid earlier and hid again. He sprinkled the liquid on the floor towards the first coffin. Unfortunately, my footsteps revealed on the exact spot I stood while trying to release the person inside the first coffin. He sprinkled more liquid around and was able to figure out how I had run and where I had ran to. He sprinkled more of the liquids and traced my footsteps down to where I hid. I quickly climbed one of the cartons and stood, holding my breath. Unknowingly to me, the tip of two cartons waged the invisible cloth which caused my right leg to become visible.
“I’ve finally found you!” He grabbed my visible right leg and dragged me down, in the manner that warranted me to fall and hit my head on the floor. While he still held my leg firmly and my back still slabbed on the floor, he unavail me and dragged me out as if he was dragging out a bag of rice. He kept holding my leg, while my back still remained on the floor.
“Who are you?” He asked.
“Let me rise on my feet, first please!” I said. My hand was becoming too weary to keep holding the snake-head staff. He didn’t grant my plead. He kept holding my leg and staring at my face for an answer.
“I said who are you?” He repeated angrily.
“I am Jacinta, daughter of the living God”
He bust out a derisive laughter; a laughter of mockery that God doesn’t exist. I felt bittered and angered and I wished God would just come down and show him that he’s a living God and that he truly exist.
“If you are the daughter of a living God or whatever God you serve, get yourself up while I’m still holding your leg” He said and laughed again. I struggled to drag my leg from him so as to rise on my feet but I couldn’t. He was holding my leg with all his power.
I remembered that Somadina said, once Mr. Damilola appears suddenly, that I should release the snake head staff on him and the snake will come alive and bite him. Considering the fact that my hand had become too weak and I could no longer hold and press the snake-head staff tightly, I didn’t think that I had to keep holding on till I stand up and be ready to run, before I would consider throwing the snake head staff on Mr. Damilola. Without thinking of what possible could happen, I threw the snake head staff on Mr. Damilola’s body.
He quickly dropped my leg and tried to catch the staff on its head but the staff was fast enough to turn into a big serpent. Mr. Damilola wanted to save himself first, so he quickly took off the serpent from his body and it fell on my left arm. I was still lying on the floor when it fell on my arm. I stood up quickly and thrust if off and tried to run away but, it came after me and attacked me with full force. It was 7ft long and 4inch wide. I stood to fight back with the invisible clothe that I managed to pick from the floor. It positioned itself directly opposite me. Mr. Damilola stood beside his alter, singing praises to it and calling it sweet name, just so that it would be appeased and turn back into a staff. But it was resistant and determined. It just wanted to devour me.
“Oh great one! Please hear my voice and come to me!” Mr. Damilola called for the last time. It turned towards him and gradually, it made its way towards the direction of Mr. Damilola.
Just when I thought it had finally answered Mr. Damilola and was going to him to finally turn back to a staff, it took a quick turn; and within a twinkle of an eye, it came back and bit my left leg, on my ankle. Then it positioned itself directly opposite me again; straightened itself up and waited for me to fall so that it can swallow me.
Few minutes later, I started feeling dizzy. My eyes started seeing double. I started feeling weak too. My legs could no longer carry my body. I felt like falling down or lying down on the floor but my mind kept telling me to be strong. I kept holding on. I couldn’t just allow a serpent triumph over me.
After some minutes, my legs became too weary. I couldn’t endure anymore. I started going down, going down, till I fell on my knees.
The serpent was just patiently waiting. It wanted to see that my entire body fell on the ground.
“Dear God, into your hands I commit my body, soul and spirit” I prayed while on my knees.
After a while, my body became too weak to keep hanging on my knees. Then it started falling down gradually.
My body was about falling down on the floor completely; in the manner that will portray me to either be dead or sleeping, when a man in an overall white garment thrust the door and came in, followed by five people. The white garment the man wore was exactly like that of Reverend Fathers of catholic church. He was holding a big bible and was pointing it towards the direction of the serpent. He was also holding a bottle; the type that reverend Fathers uses to sprinkle holy water in my church and there was water inside it.
The man on white garment came and stood before me, facing the serpent. He came to protect me, I supposed. I would call the man a reverend Father because he looked like one and behaved like one.
He did the sign of cross and started sprinkling holy water on the serpent.
“You agent of Lucifer! I command you in the name of Jesus Christ, catch fire!!!!”
A boy, who had the resemblance of my brother, Jeremiah rushed and held me.
“Please don’t die now!” He told me. His voice sounded like Jeremiah’s voice but I wasn’t sure if it was Jeremiah.
“That serpent bit my leg” I pointed to my ankle where I was feeling a sharp pain.
I heard the Reverend Father praying, quoting bible and abashing in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. I felt a suddenly bitter taste lingered in my tongue. And immediately, greenish foaming discharge started coming out from my mouth. Just then, my eyes closed and every other thing that happened in that secret room; at Mr. Damilola’s house became a story that went blank on me.
TO Be Continued
