My Roommate And The Man From A Graveyard Episode 8
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“Babe! Michael! Please wake up!” I cried, shaking him. That moment, James came in and was surprised to see me crying and calling out on Michael who laid unconsciously on the floor.
“What happened to him?” James asked and bent over to help revive Michael.
“Kamsi, what happened to him” James asked again. I refused to tell him what happened. I didn’t want the ghost man to also slap him and make him become unconscious like Michael. I just kept crying and calling on Michael to wake up; that way, I duldged answering his question.
James blew air into Michael through his nose and mouth. He also poured water on him and fanned him, But Michael didn’t revive. Or should I say he refused to come alive even though he was still breathing and his heart was also beating but in a little manner.
“Oh God! Please don’t allow Michael to diΓ©” I cried the more.
James quickly took out his phone and called Henry to come help him take Michael to the hospital.
While he expects Henry to come, he tried to carry Michael by himself but couldn’t. Michael had become too heavy that he couldn’t carry him. He couldn’t even raise him up. This was the same Michael he usually carry up and run about whenever they are playing on a normal day.
I noticed that not being able to carry Michael up was the handwork of the ghost man and if we let Michael stay unconscious for a while, he might diΓ©. I needed to do something. I needed to tell James what happened to Michael but how do I do it? The ghost man was everywhere. He sees us and he hears us; what do I do?
Henry came in quickly in rush.
What happened to Michael?” He asked as he ran and bent over towards Michael, shaking him.
“I met him like this and I’ve been asking Kamsi what happened to him but she isn’t saying anything” James replied.Please wait,, this story is written by Jacinta Chinemerem and posted on “My Emotional stories” page. Please follow “My Emotional stories” for next episodes and more interesting stories.
Victoria was just crying on her bed with her face buried in her palms. She was just on her own, acting like she didn’t see what happened to Michael and as if she didn’t see that James and Henry were around and we’re trying to help. I guess she wanted them to notice her.
I moved closer to the corner where we kept our books and picked my jotter and a pen. Then I rested my head on some hips of books, and pretending as if I was crying, I started to write on my jotter what happened to Michael and how the ghost man had been tormenting Victoria and I, especially Victoria. I also wrote that the ghost man was watching us and that he warned Victoria and I never to tell anyone about him. He was everywhere we go. He sees us and hears us.
When I was done writing, I detached the place I wrote something on, folded it into my hand, and stood up, still crying. I quickly walked up to James and took his hand and secretly placed the paper in it.
“Please go outside and read it” I whispered to him and immediately bent over towards Michael, so that the ghost man would not notice.
James got up, still holding the paper and went outside. After some seconds, Henry’s phone rang. It was James calling him. He answered the call and later went outside to meet James; I guess.
After some seconds, I expected James and Henry to come back but they didn’t come back. Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours, yet James and Henry didn’t return. Did they run away? Were they scared that what happened to Michael would happen to them? Why would they leave their friends to die? Why were they not coming back for Victoria and I?
A lot of questions lingered in my mind with no certain answer to any.Please follow “My Emotional stories” for next episodes and more interesting stories.
Michael’s body was becoming cold. I couldn’t feel him breathing. I became scared that he was dead. With a broken heart I cried out to the ghost man.
“You ghost man, show yourself! Come out and face me! What did my boyfriend do to you? Why are you tormenting us?” I cried for a while but the ghost man didn’t appear. Maybe he had gone back to the grΓ veyard; maybe he had followed James and Henry. Or maybe he was hearing me but didn’t want to show himself. I thought to myself.
TO Be Continued
