THE DEAD NIGHT [Prose]

 

THE DEAD NIGHT

   A Prose


Late that Night, I woke up only to find myself on a pallet under a tree, gazing up to the sky the Moon was almost red with inestimable stars gleaming around.


Looking around, I could see nothing but what seemed like a fiend, flapping and warbling with its creepy voice. 

The entrance door which was always, appears to have been moved farther away as I was quaking in my boots.

My mouth seemed to have been glued together as I couldn't call for help.

My heart was already in my hands with my legs swallowed up.

All I could hear was the creepy voice of those demon calling on me, probably to take my life. 


Saying to my self...

"I have always heard such horrific stories as this but never lived by them" 


Do I belong to them ? I asked my self

No!, Said a strange echoing voice.

Then I must resist my foibles and liberate my self.


Earth seemed to be in gyration as the Evil voice kept calling names.

No! I do not belong to you, I screamed as I stood rigidly on my feet, opening my eyes at once only to see myself lying on a couch with nothing but familiar human faces in a genial weather. 

O! it was all a dream, I muttered, panting heavily.

Life is high-priced, I read from a sheet nailed to the wall, as I trudged away.


© Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu 

    03/12/21

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