My husband is not a pastor but a riitualiist – Episode 28
The strange voice kept laughing, and its strange sound echoed inside me. All of a sudden, the light bulb above me started blinking in a weird way. It made ghostly shadows that danced around the room. The laughter matched each blink, and it created a scary harmony that sent shivers down my back.
Feeling desperate, I called for Precious again. My voice was shaky from the desperate feeling. But my loud cries seemed to disappear, lost in the repeating laughter that just wouldn’t stop.
Summoning all my courage, I tried to say the name of Jesus, hoping it would help me like it always did. However, something was stopping me, like a hidden force that held back my words. I fought against it, and my worry and fear twisted together into a frustrating feeling of helplessness.
In the middle of this confusing darkness and unsettling uncertainty, I faced not only the walls that surrounded me but also the fears that seemed to be everywhere. The laughter, the strange quietness, and the heavy feeling of being alone mixed together, forming a really scary picture that I couldn’t escape from.
As I called out once more, my voice bounced off the walls. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something very bad was hiding just beyond what I could understand.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew through the room. It surprised me as it swept past me. I turned toward the window and saw that outside, everything was still and calm. There wasn’t any sign of rain or strong wind. I was confused, wondering how such a strong wind could exist here when it was so peaceful outside.
But then, something even more shocking happened. Out of nowhere, a black owl landed on the windowsill. It was odd and scary, with sharp claws trying to open the window as if it knew exactly what it was doing. My heart raced, and I watched in disbelief as the window slowly swung open, as if inviting something inside.
The owl was different. It had a human-like face that looked almost like a person’s, but distorted and strange. Its lips and mouth seemed almost human, yet the teeth were sharp and threatening. Its eyes, wide and black, stared at me with a creepy intensity that made my skin crawl.
The owl jumped from the windowsill and landed gracefully on the floor. Its movements were careful and deliberate, each step bringing it closer to me. I couldn’t move, unable to look away from this strange creature now in the room with me. Fear gripped me, and I tried to scream, to call for help, but my voice seemed trapped.
I shouted, “Precious! Can you hear me?” repeatedly, hoping that somehow she would hear and come to rescue me. But my cries echoed back, unanswered, filling the room with a sense of isolation and dread.
As the owl drew closer, I felt panic growing. It made strange noises, almost as if it was mad at me. I desperately wanted to call out to Jesus for protection, but every time I tried, it was like an invisible force was stopping me. I could scream, but the words I needed to say were stuck.
My phone started ringing, and when I looked at the screen, it displayed my husband’s name. I remembered that my touch pad wasn’t working, so I didn’t even attempt to pick up the call. The owl’s strange noises grew louder, and it seemed ready to strike.
Full of terror, I swiped at the phone screen, hoping against hope that it would respond. Miraculously, it did, and I answered the call just in time. The owl was right in front of me, its fearful eyes fixed on me, its strange noises becoming even louder.
But then, in the blink of an eye, the owl disappeared. It vanished into thin air, leaving me surprised and trying to make sense of what had just happened. I looked around the room, but there was no trace of the strange creature. It was as if it had never been there at all.
I pressed myself against the door, my heart racing so fast, as my husband’s voice came through the phone. “I got a call from Alfred that his wife had an accident and d!ed,” he said. “He’s at Florence Hospital. We’re about to start the pastors’ meeting, and I can’t be there. Go on my behalf and offer condolences.”
Before I could respond, the call ended abruptly, and the room fell silent. Almost immediately after, a clicking sound came from the door I was leaning against.
I stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then turned the doorknob. To my shock, the door swung open without any resistance, as if whatever had been holding it shut had suddenly released its grip.
I stepped out of the room, feeling a mixture of relief and disbelief. The outside world seemed normal, almost comforting after the nightmare I had just experienced. The memory of the owl and its scary human-like face remained with me.
Just then, Precious, our maid, came rushing toward me. She told me that she had heard her name, but she wasn’t sure if it was me. She had come to check, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity.
I felt a pang of disappointment that she hadn’t arrived just a little bit sooner. I assured her that everything was alright and sent her away.
With the door now locked securely, I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. I knew I had to act fast – I needed to get dressed and rush to Florence Hospital. But as I was about to head off, a realization struck me like thunder.
I had forgotten the piece of paper with “Judith” written on it inside the secret room. It held a crucial clue, something that needed further investigation. However, after what I had just been through, I was too afraid to venture back into the room.
I decided to proceed to the master bedroom instead. I placed the key back on the bed where I took it and began to prepare myself – a quick shower, getting dressed, and then heading to the hospital.
Just as I stepped into the master bedroom, my phone began to ring. I glanced at the screen, and there it was – Alfred’s name flashing. It occurred to me that he might have been waiting for my call, perhaps thinking that I wouldn’t come. If only he knew that moments ago, I had been facing my own life-threatening situation.
I answered the call, my voice laden with weariness, exhaustion, and confusion. The events that had transpired were overwhelming.
I didn’t share these details with Alfred. Instead, I kept my thoughts within myself as I assured him that I was on my way to the hospital. As I hung up, I couldn’t help but be haunted by the strange sequence of events.
From the discovery of the paper, to the dēãth of Judith, to the scary owl, to the sudden phone call that made the owl disappear – everything seemed to be linked with my husband in some way.
To be continued ✍️