The Secret Room Episode 5
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The TV shut down on its own, and came on, but blinking this time around. Went blank again and went coming up with a woman’s face displaying on it. Eliza smiled at me from the TV as bloód came dropping from her mouth.
I scrèàmed and rushed to where my husband had sat down, where he had been cryîng like a baby. He pushed me away and told me to stay away from him.
The police van siren came blaring from the distance alongside an ambulance. The siren came blaring more loudly as the vans came right into our compound. The news of the lady that kîl.led herself 4 years ago and had had her body kidnàpped by some unknown gun men came to life again.
It was all over the press as everyone wanted to know the motif behind it. Did Bernard kîl.l his wife and planned it to be a suîci.de? Did he use her for rîtuals purposes and had refused to let her body be bûried?
Different speculations and opinions from both young and old. Bernard became popular, Bernard was nickname, ” The Córpse Fû.cker”. He was arrested and the body of Eliza was taken to the morgue.
Tests were carried out on her body and it was discovered that she had been sèxûally engaged by Bernard. Bernard was advised to call his strong lawyers ’cause Eliza’s family wouldn’t be ready to listen to anything and even the society itself, if the case happened to be filed to court.
I so much loved Bernard, l wasn’t going to allow him rot in jail. He didn’t kîl.l her anyways, he was simply obsessed with her and never wanted to admit it to himself that Eliza was dèàd.
I had to come to his rescue. I provided his diary where he had written the story of his life as an evidence to justify that he was mentally îll and hadn’t kîl.led his wife.
How everything happened and from there it was finally concluded that Bernard was out of his mind. With huge sum of money being paid so as for the case to dîe down and for it not to be filed to court.
This is Nigeria, money could do that. Bernard was taken to the psychiatric hospital and was diagnosed with necrophilia(being attached sèxûally to dèàd people) and demèn.tia.
The bûrial date for Eliza was fixed and Bernard begged for him to be present at his wife’s bûrial. The day came, l went over to the hospital to pick Bernard, getting to the cemetery, Eliza’s burial ceremony was on going.
After the pastor had prayed and family and well wishers had given their prayers and condolences, her body was to be lowered into the grave.
Bernard dashed over to her càsket, falling on it. He wailed as he still claimed that his wife wasn’t dèàd but sleeping. Some guys went over to him and carried him away from the casket.
Eliza was finally bûried and Bernard went silent. He looked lost, he looked cold. Going over to meet him and taking him by the hand, we walked gently to where l had packed my car.
Got inside and Bernard whispered into my ears that l should please take him home just for that day. With heart heavy with tèars l agreed and we both went home.
He slept like a baby alongside our bed for the first time. I finally felt my husband with me for the first time in our so called marriage.
The sun rays came flashing into my eyes as l jolted up from the bed, Bernard wasn’t by my side. Dashing out from the room, l came running down stairs. I scrèàmed with every strength in me as l saw Bernard’s body dangling from the ceiling fan in the sitting room.
He had committed suîcide, he hung himself.
Falling to the ground, tèàrs went rolling down my cheeks, my whole life was in shambles. I wished everything was a dream l could just wake up from. The lights in the house suddenly went out. Cold breeze came blowing the curtains in the sitting room.
Each door to every room went opening and banging hard continuously. I held my breathe as l watched as everything played out.
The spoons, pots and iron utensils in the kitchen went clattering hard to the bare floor, I knew my time was up. I knew l was next on the roll. I heard footsteps at the rear of the stairs. The lights went on as Eliza and Bernard walked side by side out of the room.
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I was completely covered with sweat as my heart went pounding hard, was about to explode. There was no point in running, l faced my worst nightmare.
Waking up from an hospital bed, my legs and hands had been chained to the bed. I freaked out as I wondered what had happened. The nurses came running to me and were preparing to give me some injections to calm me down. I pleaded to know what was happening.
One of the nurses told me I had burnt down my husband’s house. I ran helter skelter on the streets as l scrèàmed Eliza’s name repeatedly like I had lost my mind. To them, I had gone màd.
I pleaded with them that l wasn’t màd. Eliza stepped in from the door to the room which l was. Smiling hard at me, l scrèàmed and yelled out her name. ” Please safe me, Eliza is here to kîll me”.
The nurses shook their heads as they held me tightly, they saw nobody, they didn’t see Eliza who had come into the room. Injections went into my body. My eyes went closing as Eliza’s face was the last thing l saw before everything went blank again.
Being locked away in the dark has become my usual life. At every opportunity I tried proving my sanity, Eliza keeps coming to make me lose it.
For the sake of love, l lost my sanity or better still the world thought l lost it. She comes to torment me. I wish she could just end me but no. She loves my misery and she has come to torment me for eternity
THE END…!!!
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