The Ghost Boy And The Female Teacher Episode 19
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I seized the moment and quickly but silently came out of the secret room. Mr. Damilola noticed that the wardrobe, covering the secret door shifted a little further, but he feign like nothing happened and acted more playful thereby distracting the lady from noticing the wardrobe which could warrant her to see the door to the secret room.
I walked quietly to the right wardrobe and took the last egg I was supposed to use, to set Somadina free, which he collected from the coffin and dropped on the ground. I went back to the secret room to finish the rescue I had started on Somadina. On getting to the secret room, the coffin where Somadina was trapped had opened and a young boy I presumed to be Somadina was standing beside it, behaving like one whose got a nut loosed on his brain.
He was not in his right senses to be precise. I looked at him closely and discovered that he doesn’t look anything like the Somadina that appeared to me, begging me to rescue him. He doesn’t look like the Somadina I used to know; the Somadina I love. Who could this boy be? Could he be the real Somadina? Or have I opened the wrong coffin? Maybe he is Somadina but he used a different body and face to come to me. Now, this is his real body and face! I thought to myself.
Meanwhile, I’ve been holding up the smallest egg in my mouth; afraid to spill it out so that the rescue procedure won’t be broken.
I brought out the egg from my mouth and break it on his body. Then I broke the one I was holding, being the third egg that Mr. Damilola had earlier collected, inside the coffin, just as Somadina had instructed me to, yet the boy standing before me, still didn’t come to his senses. He was just standing like a manicure, although he was breathing.
Ah what is going on? I whirled. I needed to rescue Somadina as fast as I could. What else am I supposed to do?
I was trying to think of what next to do when I overheard Mr. Damilola asking the lady to go have a shower. As she entered the bathroom, Mr. Damilola quickly locked her up. Then he started coming to the secret room. I heard as he shifted the wardrobe and as he pressed the door handle. I quickly ran towards the fifth coffin and hid behind sum bunch of cartons that were piled up on each other. He entered and saw the boy still standing at the same place I met him standing.
“Ah! What is happening?” He yelled. Who is this individual that had the guts to enter my room and release my captive? Who is the rascal that came into this room without fear? Come out and face me! Show yourself so that I will turn you into a goat and use you for sacrifice!” His voice was rising. He was becoming fierce. He started moving slowly but angrily, in search for the person that invaded his room, or rather, in search of me.
“I said you should show yourself so that I can capture you like I captured this school boy you’ve come here to set free. He came here some months ago to set Somadina free and he challenge me and I captured him into this coffin! Show yourself so that I can capture you too!” He kept yelling.
I remained calm. God please, don’t allow him to see me, so that he won’t capture me into a coffin. I prayed in my heart. My entire body was shaking. I was really scared.
He went close to the boy and started observing him. My mind quickly recalled his statement: “…He came here some months ago to set Somadina free and he challenge me and I captured him into this coffin!…” so I thought to myself: If he said this boy came here some months ago to set Somadina free and he captured him. That means this boy is not Somadina. That means, I had released another person, though he’s not yet in his right senses.
I carefully looked at all the coffins, recounting them, and I discovered that I had miscounted the number of coffins and at that, I had released Somadina’s friend: George Solomon instead of Somadina. The number of coffins lined up were six but Somadina had told me they were five coffins and that he was inside the fourth coffin while his friend was inside the fifth coffin.
But I had started the rescuing procedure on the fifth coffin, thinking that it was the fourth coffin because I neither saw nor counter the first coffin because, it was positioned in the darkest part of the room and Mr. Damilola captured another soul, which made the number of persons he captured and number of coffins lined up to increase to six.
Mr. Damilola observed all the coffins and searched for me in all the places he thinks best, then he went to the door, unlocked it and started going out. God knows his reason for going out, where he was going; if he was going to come back into the secret room again and what he was going to bring in when he comes back. I didn’t bother about him. I just thought to myself, to quickly set Somadina free and any other person I could set free before he comes back.
I came out of my hiding corner and headed to the fourth coffin. In haste, I took the smallest egg and put it inside my mouth; took the second to the smallest egg, break it on the floor, beside the coffin. Immediately I took the last egg, the coffin opened and a boy lifted his head and gradually came out of the coffin. I took a close stare at him and behold, it was Somadina came out. Awn! My heart gladden for joy.
I felt sudden sweetness travelled all over my veins. I took a close look at him; It was really Somadina Godwin. The senior school three boy who begged me to rescue him; the ghost boy I had been talking with. I quickly broke the last egg inside the coffin; then I brought out the smallest egg in my mouth and broke it on Somadina’s body, hoping that he would realize himself and become normal; hoping that he would recognize me and I would get to hug him as a human but he didn’t come to his senses. He was just standing beside his coffin like a manicure; the same way his friend, George Solomon had been standing since I let him out.
What else am I supposed to do? I wondered.
Maybe, if I break this snake head staff on my hand, into piece, Somadina and his friend will all come to their senses. I thought to myself. I held the end of the staff and placed my knee in the middle, so as to break it into two. I was about pressing my knee hard on the staff when a voice in my head said: why not release these other persons from their coffins so that when you break the staff, everyone of them will be completely free’.
I considered the idea and stopped my about to be applied method of breaking the staff. So, I moved to the next coffin, to set another trapped person free. I was still pressing the snake head staff hard on its head, joined with its mouth in other to prevent it from coming alive to bite me, just as Somadina instructed me to do and my hand was becoming weary because I’ve held it tight for too long, without changing hands. Nevertheless, I went to the sixth coffin; the last person Mr. Damilola had trapped and I exhibited the procedure Somadina told me to perform and the coffin opened.
A beautiful lady in her early twenties came out and stood beside her coffin, the same way Somadina and his friend stood. I moved to the third coffin and then to the second coffin and I rescued them both; one was a lady while the other was a guy. They were both youths in their late twenties. The guy was huge and well muscle bounded. He had the statue of those bouncers I saw outside the compound. Maybe this guy used to be Mr. Damilola’s personal Assistant or bodyguard who saw his evil doings and ended up being trapped his boss. I thought to myself.
TO Be Continued
