FRIGHT DAY NIGHT

I am sure i locked all the windows and doors, where then is this creepy sound coming from? I listened, the sounds continued, I couldn't decipher anything, it was like a combination of sounds at a point and one animal sound at another point. I couldn't name the sounds, it was like the sounds rats made when they are scavenging for food, later it became like dogs sounds, you know the type of sounds dogs make when they are really scared of someone or something, i kind of relaxed because my dogs can make those sounds too. Then comfort returned, but then it did not stay, I heard a different kind of noise, like a cat scratching it claws on the door, the sound was at first far like it was my entrance door the cat was scratching on, then it became so near like it  was the room before mine then it suddenly became my door. I froze, time stood still, goose pimple flooded my skin, my head was kind of heavy, my eyes almost dropped off it sockets, I held my blanket so tight, my eyes were firmly closed, my heart raised up and down, my mouth opened to take in breath, but it seemed like i was inhaling some spit-sucker or dryer because my throat was dry, I couldn't cough nor go to drink water in the kitchen, what if that creature sees me opening my door? I lay on my bed dead scared.

The sounds stopped, I made the cross sign like a hundred times, not like i counted, not like i was a Catholic, it was a relief, the sound was dead. I silently prayed in my heart, 'God please don't allow the sounds to return',  then i casted out every demonic agent trying to harm me. Just when I was saying amen, the sounds returned, this time with a loud  derisive laugh, as if to say stop dreaming, I am still here girl, right under your nose. My heart was in my mouth, I was shivering. Drip Drip Drip! The sounds came in another dimension, like a beast just came out of the water and was walking towards me dripping . I wanted to shout, I couldn't, I couldn't even shout out the name of Jesus, a name i shouted vainly everyday. Now here was the real deal, but the name has gone on exile in my head. My mind was totally blind and silent as a grave yard. Oh no, oh no, the eerie creature is messing with my door knob, it wants to open my door, what should i do? Eureka! I found it, the words I have been looking for, 'he has not giving me the spirit of fear but of boldness', i repeated these over again. I Stood up like those words were some sort of energizer, confident booster. It inspired a JESUS IS WITH ME KIND OF CONFIDENCE.

I will face this thing, whatever it is. I will face it, I said. I stood on my feet but my legs were shaking, I lost my balance, I fell on my bed, I made another attempt, I fell again, I can as well crawl to this creature,  but how can i face a thing like that on my knees, I am not going to beg it, I am going to exercise my authority and not to beg one creature that I have the power to trample under foot. I stood up again with much confidence, bam, bam! The noise came like a bang on my door, I jumped on my bed and covered my body with the blanket, how long will this continue? My phone was dead as the night, everything was dead, my thoughts, everything. The night seemed like the longest in the history of man. If I don't face this thing, this night might never end, I thought. I stood up , I was hearing voices now, vague voices. I must face this thing, whatever it is. I walked towards the door, now i must do this, I must, i grasped my door knob, I opened the door with every force in me.... And there it was, the creature, a ghost, white and tin..... I fainted.

In a split second, my eyes opened, I was on the bed, who poured water on me? Did the creature capture me? No, I was still in my room, I heard a bang on the entrance door, I jumped up, oh no, not again, I heard 'Vivian open the door' it was my mum's voice, it took seconds to recover from my shock.. I opened the door for her and the rest of my family members, my mum said ' wetin dey do you? Which kind sleep you dey sleep?, we have been knocking  since'. Then I remembered. It was all a dream, I was dreaming, it was friday night, I didn't go to the vigil, I stayed home alone. It was all sweat and not water, the voices, maybe it was theirs, the knock on the door, maybe they made  it. Oh God, thank you for making it all a dream. If there is anything I have learnt, it is never to stay at home alone on a FRIGHT DAY NIGHT sorry friday night when I am supposed to be in church.

Viv.