The following incidents took place in my family house last night: It was 3am in the darkest spell of the night. I stirred in my bed and thought I heard the soup ladle fall from the counter where my mum used to hang it in the kitchen. I slid back to sleep but suddenly, there was another loud clatter of cutleries falling from a height and crashing on the floor. Who is there? I growled, thinking it was one of my younger siblings who must have visited the kitchen to attack the obstacles (ponmo) in the soup pot. But no one answered. I waited for a while and heard no sound again. So I climbed out of my bed and used the torchlight on my Nokia phone to locate the kitchen. To my surprise, nothing had fallen! Everything was just where they had been kept. The soup ladle was hanging down from the counter and the cutlery of spoons were all in a small rubber basket on top of the cupboard. I snorted hmmm and went back to bed. Few minutes later, the back door of our house slammed loudly and I jumped off from bed, deeply alarmed. My heartbeat increased rapidly as fear began to creep into my heart. I switched on the torchlight of my phone and quietly walked to the rear door of the house. I raised the torch against the door and saw that it was bolted, to my greatest amazement. But I was sure I heard this same door slam! I went back to bed but sleep had taken flight from my eyes. I lay down on my back, pulled the duvet over my body and stared into the blank darkness of the hour. There was pin-drop silence in the dark and lonely room save for the persistent tick-tock of my wall clock. And just when it seemed like I was beginning to get drowsy, I felt a gust of ominous wind course through the windows, swishing and flipping my curtains left, right, up and down. Chills swept through my head and my head felt heavy. Goose bumbs flushed through my skin. That moment, I noticed a dark shapeless shadow move from one corner of my room to the other. I was scared stiff. There was a repeated knock on my wall mirror. The knocks came again and again. Intense fear gripped my entire being; I trembled and my knees knocked together. My breath was so short that, for a while, I felt like I was suffocating. The fear in my widely open eyes forced my mouth open so that I tried to breathe with my mouth. When this was happening, something slowly pulled the duvet covering my body from the side of the bed where I rested my feet. I tried to hold my duvet but couldnt. Just like before, my hands and legs were pinned to my bed. Worse still, I couldnt even shout for rescue. There was an unsettling scratching of talons on the wall, here and there. The curtains suddenly gave way and rose towards the ceiling as a powerful gust of evil wind rushed into my room through the same window. There were murmuring voices coming from the window; the voices of evil little children whispering among themselves, as my face grew pale with the gray crisis of dread and horror. They laughed at intervals, an ominous kind of laughter that echoed repeatedly in my head. As I could neither talk nor move, very paralysed by some evil magic, I began to say a prayer of deliverance in my heart. As I did this, my whole body was quivering and my lips trembled. I felt the tendons in my neck stand out. I could even feel my own hairs stand on end. Frozen, I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought I heard those ghostly voices through the window dragging something. They said: Ill take his heart and youll take his head. No. Youll take his head while I take his heart! No! I take heart, you take head. No! You take head, I take heart. No! Yes! No! Yes! No! No! Yes! Yes! At once, there seemed like a fierce brawl was going in the air, just outside my room. The air was filled with evil and a stench of evil odour hung defiantly in the surrounding. Then I heard the waste bin, among other things, get kicked across the corridor. A hand tapped me severally and shouted my name loudly, out of panic. I still cant describe how I tore free from that stranglehold of evil spell that bound my feet, hand and mouth. For no sooner had I been tapped and my name shouted than I sprang up, perspiring and clutching at my mothers wrapper, deathly afraid. Youre breathing very loudly and turning your neck like this and that. See the way youre sweating! Did you have a spiritual attack? She asked, narrowing her eyeline in suspicion. I answered yes and told her everything in detail. My mum is a wild christian: she woke up the whole family and launched a 2-hour-long prayer for me - compositionally directed against all principalities and powers of the dark forces. Still, early this morning, shortly before dawn, when I was left alone to myself in the room, I felt like I was being watched. It makes the back of my neck tingle, swelling my stomach with fear. When we eventually opened the rear door of the house this morning, we discovered that the waste bin had been damaged beyond repair as if someone crash-landed on it during a fight, and all the waste in it poured out. Then, the buckets, brooms, two floor mops and what have you were scattered all over the place. Nothing in the back corridor was ever the way we used to keep them when we woke up this morning. Till now, I still have this feeling that a dark, invisible shadow is watching and following me. There is this evil gloom I am beginning to sense around and it has a unique way of smelling. I can sniff it out with my nose. The haunting ominous laughter of those evil children still echoes in my head till this very moment. There is even a picture of me sleeping in my phone. I passworded my phone, and Im the only one who knows the password to my phone. So who took my snapshot in the darkest hours of the night? I strongly believe that no weapon fashioned against me shall prosper.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 05:10:17 +0000