Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4
I couldn’t raise my head to see the person who shot the gun. I was really scared to even make any movement. I just stood at the front of the dead corpse like a puppet and was expecting to receive a bullet in my head too. That’s the most merciful death I can get.
At that moment, my notion has extremely shifted away from escaping, my intention now is to look for a quicker and painless way to die. I don’t think escape is possible.
I was still looking down like a shy lady when the corpse before started moving. I was right and wrong at the same time. My assumption that the dead man is dead was wrong but my belief that a dead man can’t die again was right.
I opened my mouth in awe. The dead man just stood up like nothing happened. He held his scattered head and started rearranging it. He was even dusting his shirt and trousers.
Now I don’t know what to do, I don’t want look at his regenerating head and I don’t want to look at the man who shot the gun. Closing my eye either is a bad option.
I was still thinking of what to do when I heard a voice whispering, but also seems very loud. ” Come over, come here” was the word that kept resounding in my head. Then I shifted my gaze to the left to see the man that shot earlier. What I saw was enough to end my life that instance.
The man that shot was a direct replica of the man that just got shot down, replica of the man that was discussing with me all this while. He kept on waving to me to come over. The way he was gesturing to me seems like he’s trying to save me from an impending danger.
Do I have a choice?, I quickly ran towards his direction, stepping on every graves on my way. I got to where he stood successfully and he led me to another place that seems like a safe house, a hide out.
He sat me down on one of the chairs and even gave me water to calm my nerves because of the way I’ve been running since. I won’t actually believe it if someone tells me that I will experience this that midnight. What also baffles me is that I’ve spent over 9 and half hours in that cemetery, but there’s no sign that morning will soon come.
After he realized that I’ve calmed down a bit, he sat down beside and cleared his throat just like the way his twin did earlier. Everything about the two was the same, even their voice.
” I know what you’ve been experiencing since”, he started with a manipulative tone. Everyone will believe every word coming out of his mouth.
” I heard all the things he told you”, he continued using the sugar coated tone, ” Everything he said was right except that he is not the man he said he was, he is actually among the spirit tormenting this place and I’m the real man that owns the money”.
I just opened my eyes and mouth wide open as if I want to swallow him. I don’t what to believe what he is saying. I just continued starring at him unbelievably.
” So what’s the assurance that you’re not a spirit too”, I asked to justify my doubt.
” You don’t have to believe me, he responded, but just follow me and let me help you to escape from this mysterious world.
“Wow, thank God I’m safe”, I murmured to myself. His word sound so reassuring than his twin I met earlier, and his twin didn’t even offer to follow me out.
I was smiling happily and was watching him adjusting himself so that he can begin his mission to take me out.
He was about to stand up when I heard another sound of gunshot, more louder than the previous one. The man before me, the man I suppose will help me out of this cemetery fell down immediately. His head was scattered brutally on the floor. His brains and blood also popped out of his skull.
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