DEATH IN THE NIGHT (Part 1)
Charity woke up with a start. She was panting and wet with sweat. Pitch darkness wrapped her room and she couldn’t look. She tried to recount the dream in her head unsuccessfully. All she could see was a struggle. And darkness. She dismissed these as a mere dream but deep down she was shaken.
After turning the lights on, she checked on her roommate, Faith, lying innocently on the lower deck of the bed unperturbed by the events in the room. Not even the bright glow from the florescent tube hanging from the ceiling. Charity turned to grab the Bible which was resting amply on the table next to her notebook.
She opened the bible diligently. It was as clear to her as the writings in the holy book that she had no particular section to read in mind. Her pastor had always insisted on the revelations brought about by random verses. God conveys His messages that way.
Psalm 34:4; I pray to the Lord, and He answered me. He freed me from all my fears.
And so Charity prayed and went back to sleep feeling much at ease.
Charity understood the power of faith. She believed without questions and trusted on the lord to guide her ways. She devoted her life to worshiping; believing strongly in her heart that all the mercy she had thus came from God. Even when everyone else was claiming to have fun drinking and fornicating without compromise, charity prayed hard that she may be delivered from temptation.
The next time she woke up, it was to the incessant churn of her alarm. It was 5.00 o’clock; time to go pray. Charity had known the divine power of prayer and devotion. Her life in college was a wretch without purpose. And she purposed to lead a pleasing life in the eye of the almighty God.
Darkness outside merged with her form and she vanished. While she strode silently, she hummed distinct worship songs; songs that melted her heart. This way, she had learnt from her pastor, she would not have to stray into evil thoughts. Those that threatened to loosen grip onto salvation. She could even quote from the holy bible but the exact verse escaped her memory.
Charity came to an end of the last song she could remember that morning. Not even a chorus could come to her mind for the remaining few meters to the church. Suddenly she hesitated. Her heart gradually entered a pounding phase. Fear landed on her and refused to leave.
Something was lurking behind her in the shadows of the darkness, probably the same thing that had robbed her of the hymns. She wanted to take a bolt but from what? Everything fell so silent that she could hear her own blood gush in their vessels. Charity rushed into the church.
Leaning against the shut double doors inside the church, Charity let out a long sigh of relief. Her chest eased down slowly as if she had been holding her breath. She opened her eyes to intricate pews and a narrow aisle leading a raised podium with a stand in the middle and a large purple and white curtain covering the whole of the wall behind the stand.
“Oh lord, lead me your poor child. Guide me when it is dark and let my heart not cow. In the name of Jesus Christ. Light up my paths, direct my feet so I may walk in your grace. Father….”
Her dry, husky voice echoed down the empty hall.
Outside, the leaves rustled. Tree branches roared in their fight against the strong wind. The iron sheet roofing hummed and creaked as if negotiating with an unknown force. A calendar hanging on the wall of the chipped wall swayed back and forth and dropped.
(Part 2 still brewing) Enjoy!