Suddenly, Alex found himself in a dark room. He felt trapped because he had no clue where he was, how he got there, or where to head towards to leave the darkness. Still wondering all these, he saw a dim of light from afar, but the dim got brighter later on making it seem like it emanated from his front initially.
He heard a voice echoes,"your people await you" several times, while still blinking his eyes from the glittering light which took him abacked because he didn't noticed that someone accompanied the light.
Then, he tried to take a look at the person to examine the person's appearances notwithstanding the light. He then concluded that the person was an old woman due to her conspicuous shaky voice, but after he managed to take an in-depth look at her, he noticed that she wore a dirty white cloth; her hair and fingers were so dirty that one would think she used her hand to till a soil, which attested his initial observation. However, he couldn't see her face because her dirty hair covered it.
"Who are you and how did I get here?" He asked the woman unconsciously.
"Your people await you". She replied to his surprise, because he wasn't expecting her to reply.
He looked back to see if the statement was made to another person.
After verifying they were only the one still present at the spot, he yelled, "which people, what the hell are you talking about?!"
He thought that his yelling would prompt her to give him a detailed reply, instead, she and the light faded away in seconds.
After noticing that he was the only one left in what he referred to as 'a dark room', he yelled" hello, can someone hear me?" with the hope of getting a response which he didn't.
He woke up sweating profusely and somehow glad it was all a dream. Although, he had been having the same dream recently, but it felt real this time. In the recent ones he had, he couldn't see neither the old woman's face nor did she say anything.
Realising the fan in the room was still working and he was only on underpant, he wondered why he was sweating at that rate because his bed was soaked with his sweat. He stood up from the bed, walked towards the wall to switch on the light and laid back on it . Still wondering why he had been having the same dream recently, he thought if it denoted a meaning because he wasn't the type that believed in dreams. Nature took over him while still on his thoughts.
The consistent banging on his door woke him up. He hesitantly picked his phone that was on a blue plastic table behind his bed. He switched it on to check the time.
"Oh fuck!" he screamed, on realising it was already some minutes past seven.
"Is today a weekend or is your school on holiday?" His mother asked him sarcastically.
He didn't bother to answer her because he was not in a good mood; if he was in a good mood, his reply would have been "oh! How did you know? I'm sorry for not letting you know",
Instead, he stood up, walked to the bathroom, quickly brushed his teeth and took his bath. He didn't use up to three minutes taking his bath and brushing his teeth which was very unusual of him. In a good mood, he would have spent at least fifteen minutes doing all these before coming out of the bathroom. He dried himself up within some seconds, stood in front of a long-squared mirror which was hung in a corner around the room. He would have spent a lot of time appreciating his well-built physique while staring at the mirror if he was in a good mood, because he wasn't, he quickly applied lotion on his body, wore his school uniform and his shoe, carried his backpack and left the room.
"Did you sleep late because you were busy chatting with someone?" His mother asked him from the kitchen immediately he stepped out from his room.
"No, I wasn't", he muttered.
"Good morning dad, good morning mum", he greeted his parents and walked towards the dining table simultaneously. However, only his dad replied, his mother asked him another question instead.
"So tell me, what's the girl's name?",she asked him, but his father cut in before he could reply.
"Will you stop asking the young man these silly questions and serve him his breakfast already?!"
"Please don't interfere with our discussion because you can't understand", his mum replied jokingly.
"Can't you see he's late for school for God's sake?!" His father retorted.
She then brought out some loaves of bread and a cup of tea in a ceramic tray from the kitchen and placed it in front of Alex who was impatiently waiting to be served.
"Moreover, what can't I understand?", his father asked his mum calmly because he was surprised by her statement.
"You don't need to bother yourself, just forget about it because you can't understand." She replied while laughing hysterically.
"What and why can't I understand exactly?!" he replied fumingly.
"Well, since you insisted on knowing why I said that, you can't know him more than I do. He came out from my womb so you can't and won't know him than I do."
His father hissed on hearing this and continued reading the morning news from his phone while his mother returned to the kitchen.
When Alex noticed everywhere was already quiet, he then announced suddenly,"I had the same dream overnight again." Not looking at them to see their reactions.
"And it's getting scarier everytime I dream about it." He continued, after none of them replied him some seconds after he uttered that statement.
He stood up abruptly from the chair he was sitting on in the dining room because he expected a reply from them which they didn't. Then, he carried his backpack which was beside the chair and mumbled, "I'm off to school, goodbye."
His mother shouted from the kitchen as if he was already outside, "won't you comb your hair?!"
He decided to play dumb and ignore her because he was really angry but was just trying to keep his cool regardless. He wasn't in the mood to dress smart and one could easily notice that he wasn't in a good mood due to his unsmart dressing and unkempt appearance which was very unusual of him.
"Have a wonderful day, my son." His father s a
said, before he stepped out of the house.
"I wish", he mumbled because he was pessimistic about the day.
Leaving his house, he ran to his classmate and friend's house - Brian. His house and Brian's are just some few minutes away from each other, and they have been going to school together ever since Alex and his family relocated from the States.He halted from running to catch up his breath on getting to the front of Brian's house because he ran out of breath from running in haste. Luckily, he met Brian's mum - Mrs Smith, who was about to enter her freshly washed red Venza car which was parked on their driveway. She was surprised to see him that way. "Good morning ma." He greeted her, realising Mrs Smith's weird look. "Good morning, Alex. Hope everything is okay with you?" She replied. "Yes, I am." He answered, still knee bent trying to catch up his breath. "Is Brian still at home?" He asked her. "No, he left already. I thought something was odd between you two because you did not pick up his calls when he called you earlier to remind you that he was still waiting for you. I hope e
He walked reluctantly towards him as he wondered. All the students were scared of him because he was really skilled in beating students. Some teachers even call him to beat students whom they are supposed to sometimes."Good morning, sir." Alex murmured and bowed his head as he greeted him."What happened?" He asked abruptly."Sir?" Alex tried to feign ignorance like he did not know what he was asking about. "Why are you late to school?" He asked calmly." The thing is... I... I..." He stuttered as he scratched his hair trying to find the best way to reply him, but Mr Akeem cut in. " My friend, is it going to take you forever to answer my question?!" He asked, raising his voice. " I was not feeling okay, that was why I came late." Alex replied. "But you should have stayed at home. You know that one's health is very important." He said. " I came because I did not want to miss your test." Alex retorted. "That's very good of you. That would be all if you had missed it. Anyway, you
His heart was beating wildly, and he felt as though a devil had been let loose inside of him. At that point, the pace felt slow, and Alex was unable to control his urge. Before the bus could hit Charlotte, he sprinted out to where she was and forcefully shoved her, causing both of them to slide to the opposite side of the road.Alex felt relieved, shocked, and uneasy at the same time. They both felt uncomfortable because of how similar their situation was to two people of opposing genders bumping into one another.After a few awkward seconds of staring at one other, Alex got to his feet.People, including Brian, had crowded around them, before one of them could speak or before Charlotte could rise up. While Charlotte was being grilled by onlookers, Alex remained puzzledly standing.You nearly implicated someone due to your negligence.""Why use earphones while crossing a street?" People, particularly the market women, questioned her about such things."Do you realize that due of your
"You don't have to pretend to be unaware or dispute it. The video has been trending, across all social media platforms since yesterday. I suppose you are unaware, because you have not been online since the incident happened." His father said. He then realised that his father, and virtually everyone might have been aware of what had transpired."Did you also know about it, Mum?" He asked, turning to face his mother.His mother didn't look at him as she nodded in affirmation."How did you do that, by the way? Like, it's incredibly unexpected and enigmatic." His father said. "I don't know. I assume I was just meant to save her." He muttered , hoping that his father would end the conversation."Well, be careful next time. Your safety should be your priority before any other's." His mother warned.Okay ma," he replied. He could not bear it anymore and left the kitchen."Mum, I'm sorry to leave you with this cooking, I need to do something in my room." He told his mother, as he headed
They arrived at the school's grounds early, where they only met a few kids.They entered their classroom but saw only a few people. Charlotte was not there at that time. They greeted their mates present, and walked to their seats. "Do you think she will come today?" Brian whispered to Alex."Maybe so, maybe not," he replied bluntly, as they made their way to their seats. The children present were alerted by the school bell that for the commencement of the assembly had. Most of the students sprinted to the gathering area.Alex and Brian ran into Charlotte, while going down the stairs. She nearly collided with Alex as she was hurrying to their class in order to make it to the assembly ground on time.She took a step back to avoid a collision. Alex and Brian cleared a space for her in the staircase, as it could not be possible to occupy more than three people walking freely.She murmured, "Thank you" as she sprinted to their class, still panting heavily and avoiding Alex's eyes. As t
Alex finally outperformed Charlotte in Mathematics for the first time , including all subjects, making him the class' top student for while Charlotte finished in second place for the third time in Alex's three school terms. Charlotte had been the one getting the first position, before Alex's admission into the school. He and Charlotte had gotten along and became friends, after the incident happened. They occasionally talk on WhatsApp about random topics, to Alex's surprise, because he never imagined their relationship would develop to such a degree.A few days after Alex celebrated his eighteenth birthday, he was eating on the dining table with his parents."In two days, we will be leaving for a vacation." His father abruptly announced. Alex was not sure who the statement was intended for. He turned to look at his mother and father, but his father was facing down while his mother continued to devour her food respectively, so he decided to act dumb. "I hope you heard what I said ?"
Alex was awakened by constant knocks on his bedroom door."I'm awake already." he cried, annoyed that he was woken up, when he slept just some hours ago. He had the spooky dream, which he has been having since some months ago and was afraid of sleeping back when he woke up from the dream, because he feared that he would have the same dream again, if he slept. “Oh!” he yelled, slamming the bed in frustration."Are you good?" his mother asked him, from the room she shared with his father. "Yes, I am," he calmly replied.He checked the time on the wall clock in his room and took out his phone that was on the table, to verify if the time on the wall clock was correct, or if it was stuck.To his surprise, he found the time on both his wall clock and his phone accurate. "Why am I woken up at this hour? It's just past 6am. " He wondered. He reluctantly got up from his bed, straightened his sheets and went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and bathed in the bathroom."I think the p
Alex saw himself running in a pitch-black environment, similar to his previous dreams. He was pacing aimlessly and perspiring a lot, due to the terrifying sight he saw.He stopped running, after he thought that his pursuer had dissipated and stopped chasing him. "That was extremely close." He said, heavily panting.He was still trying to catch up his breath, when he heard a swift footstep coming from where he was racing from. His heart beat faster than it was before, so, he turned to face the direction in which the pursuit was coming from and started to move backwards. He stopped moving after he stopped hearing the footsteps, and pondered why it stopped. He thought it had ceased pursuing him, and sighed in relief. He noticed someone was behind him due to the shadow behind his, and slowly turned back to see what it was. He winced as soon as he recognized the appearance he had been running from. He attempted to move back, but tripped, as it got closer to him.He has never witnessed