//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js

Completed Stories

Total Love || Casanova || My Father's Pain || Pant Down || My Sweet Kidnappers || Kidnappers Love || Marriage Battle || Before The Darkness || Ritual Killings || My Virginity || Night Party || In Love Again || My MMM Adventures || Three Days To Remember 2 || Mr Rajas Daughter 2 || My First Love || Beyond Control || She Belongs To The Kitchen || Caught In The Web || Tale Of A House Boy || Eleventh Commandment || || One Last Time || One Wrong Turn || Forever Young || Girls In The Boys Dormitory || Lost Of Virginity, An Early Mistake || Life Drama || The Promise Keeper || Shattered Dreams || The Web Of Mistakes || IZI JAE || Omo Wobey || Life Drama || Endless Tears || Nick The House Help || The Police And The Hacker Boy Season 2 || My Mother Inlaw || The First Day I Toast A Girl || Marital Shambles || The Battle || Price Of Virginity || Painful Pleasure

Adebimpe The Facebook Girl  || Adebimpe The Facebook Girl Part 2 || The Revange || Journey to No Mans Land || Doctors, The nurses and patients || Compolsory Marriage || My landLady, Daughters and Tenants || Diary of a Hot Convent Student || Diary Of A PortHarcourt Olosho

Home Advantage || A Corper and 3 Sisters || Bro Paul || The Church Accountant || My Office, Our Clients & My Career || Compulsory Marriage  || Bro Paul || Confession of a Private Home Teacher || Diary of a Portharcourt Olosho || The Perfect Couple || Single But Living Married ||Adebimpe The Facebook Girl part 6
In That Moment || Vacation in Obudu || Cyber Lover || Church Accountant || Vacation In Obudu || A Corper and 3 Sisters || Memoirs Of A Repentant Virgin || As She Thought Me || The Drummer Boy || From Ghetto With Love || The Genesis || Love, Sex and Betrayal || Adebimpe The Facebook Girl part 7 || Adanna: The Mysterious Aba Girl|| Brouhaha in the house of God || Carpenter, The Witch And The Mysterious Mirrow
The Mysterious Twenty Thousand Naira My Name Is Miracle || Mad O.T || A Clarion Call To Confusion || Wasted Years || The Hacker And Police Rob And Rape || Sister Mary || Brouhaha 3 || The Rape || The Concubine || Playboy || Genesis Of A Runs Girl || Curious || Campus Dilemma || Argonies Of A Househelp || Changed
Cynthia || The Most Wanted Maid || Afraid To Love || Taking Chances || Doctors Prescriptions || Oluchi, Travails of Terror || Aisha, chronicles Of A Runs Girl || The Governors Daughter || Blast from the past || Adesuwa || A Night With A Stripper || Betrayal || Deji The Pool Boy || The Abandoned Child || Blind Desire || I'm In Love || The Revange || The Killer || My Private Tutor

A Call From The Grave. Episode 5

I kept quickly, through my long pause I listened, trying hard to access the voice of ‘God’ within the dark silent vacuum. IS THIS VOICE FOR REAL? HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? I HAD NEVER HEARD GOD TALK. I sighed. IF YOU ARE GOD THEN WHERE AM I? “You are in your coffin” replied the voice of God. “Coffin?” I screamed looking around but yet saw nothing. I again ran my trembling cold hands through everything around me to confirm. Everything around felt fluffy and I felt my head resting on a pillow-like object. My eyes widen in horror as I realized that the voice of God could be telling the truth. “What am I doing in a coffin?” “You died” simply replied the voice I paused, I blinked and rolled my eyes, I sniffed in the cool air, I turned my head, I moved my arms and legs, I felt perfect.

 

In fact I felt more alive than I had ever been. “But I don’t feel dead” “Yes, your mortal body is dead, your spirit is alive” THIS MUST BE AN AWARD WINNING PRANK OF THE CENTURY. HOW CAN I BE DEAD AND STILL FEEL THIS MUCH ALIVE? THIS VOICE IS A JOKE. “I do not joke for I am the truth and light itself. Your spirit is detached from your body but yet trapped within the coffin. “Okay” I said in a doubtful tone, and then continued “why is my spirit trapped? I thought spirits are meant to float through physical objects” I remembered ghost movies where I see spirits floating in the air like white smoke shaped in human form. “Yes you are right, but there is a call for you, a call that wouldn’t let go of your spirit” “What call?” “It’s Bruno’s call” “Bruno my dog?” “Yes, its Bruno your dog, it’s calling for your help, it plea for you wouldn’t let go your spirit”. “What does Bruno have to do with all these? And why did I see that dog in my dream?” I inquired feeling puzzled.

 

“It wasn’t a dream as you would want to believe, that was Bruno releasing out his body to you, and he was only trying to show you the message, the atrocities that goes on after your death. Bruno’s love for you had allowed it surrender its body for your use” NO WONDER I FELT LIKE A DOG, BUT WAIT A MINUTE “Did you just say it wasn’t a dream?” “It wasn’t a dream, what you saw was real” (AYE LE O IBOSI O…AYE DORIKODO KOYE MI MO) The voice continued “Bruno had tried many a times to caution you about the secret long affair between your wife and brother but you would most times ignore” My memory quickly drifted into the past, into those moments were I had seen Bruno barked at me consciously.

 

I felt the dog was trying to tell me something but I never got it message, but now it’s clear. I felt bad to had ignored Bruno’s message all along, he was a smart dog, smart enough to warn me of the evil going on around me. Smarter than I am, I must admit. “God, I wish I had known all these while I was still alive, I wish someone had told me” I said in deep regret and with a heart yearning for revenge. “But I did warn you” said the voice. “No you didn’t” “I did” “No you never did” “Yes I did” “I never heard you speak” “I warned you through your conscience, I warned through the inner voice, I showed you in your dreams but all along, you ignored” NOW I REMEMBER THAT VOICE, IT WAS CALM AND UNPERSUASIVE. THOSE AWKWARD DREAMS OF JENNIFER STABBING ME WITH A KNIFE OR PUSHING ME INTO A PIT. WHERE THESE THE SIGNS? OH MY GOD, I HAVE BEEN A FOOL FOR TOO LONG.

 

“But why didn’t you talk to me in clear tone just like you are doing now, it would have be more convincing” I tried to blame someone. “Because you never came close enough to hearing my voice” said the voice. “What do you mean? I don’t understand” “Kenneth!” the voice called my name caringly like a concerned father ready to give a talk to a rebellious son. The voice continued “You never called me, you never prayed but yet I showed concern, I gave you the signs of the evil to come upon you but yet you ignored and never called for my help. You never gave alms to the poor, to the needy, to those who had come asking, you were greedy even to your parents but yet I gave clues of the doom to come.

 

You sinned without remorse but yet I forgave you. Son, do you know why I had done all that?” “No Sir” I replied as I wept regretting my past deeds, I had recalled every of my sins like they were just seconds behind. I even recalled my childhood sins. WOW! “I did all that for the love you had shown Bruno, you gave it all that it needed and it prayed for you with every act of love and compassion you made towards it. You were good to it” the voice of God paused for a while, I thought it had gone when it came up again, the voice was louder “Now, I wish to grant you a second chance, a chance to make amends of your ways, a chance to go redeem yourself but it’s your choice to make!” the voice said before drifting away in echo, and ones again, the terror and pain and agony and silence filled my dark vacuum. “God please come back!!!”

 

I screamed, I felt lonely in a coffin. BUT THEN, THERE IS A CHOICE BEFORE ME, ONE THAT I MUST MAKE WITH CAUTION. HOW CAN I GO BACK WITHOUT A HEART OF REVENGE, WITHOUT SPILLING THE BLOOD OF MY KILLERS, HOW CAN I REDEEM MY SELF WITHOUT DRAGGING BACK CRYING SOULS? THE CHOOSE LOOKS SIMPLE BUT RIGHT HERE IN MY HEART…IT’S A TOUGH ON. I AM SURE YOU READERS DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE MAGNITUDE OF WHAT LAYS THE CHOICE BEFORE ME BUT I WILL MAKE YOU, I WILL TAKE YOU BACK IN TIME, BACK SWEET MEMORY LANE.

Facebook Comments
A Call From The Grave. Episode 4
A Call From The Grave. Episode 6

Leave a Reply

Our Love Romance and Entertainment Stories © 2018