July 3, 2020 at 11:58 pm #1396098ifestan95Participant
The chronicle of Ruquia
(my adventures with the dead)
my view about life is somehow weird.i love adventures,to explore
discoverings and to create
I decided to interview
a dead young girl.crazy? weird?
based on your perceptions.i use to have this crazy ideas long time ago.
my guest for adventures triggered me visiting a grave yard.. cemetery.That faithful day I dressed like a journalist making my tools available.
I proceed my awkward interview with the dead.
the future is unknown and tricky,
special when it come
hate makes one sick.
it makes us cautious,but love makes you glow.
I wonder what and why am here.?
i felt my way
through the darkness guided by my heart beat. a grave of a 15yrs old girl caught my attention..I bend low touched her grave wondering why she visits here so soon..I imagine how happy she could have been growing with people that loved her. Age is nothing but a number as popularly said..so many things came on my mind.many rhetorical question I asked myself.
why is she here?
how did she dead?
was she poisoned
did she commit suicide?
No suicide most not include here,what could make a young girl terminate her life?my brain refused coming up with the best answers at the moment.
just then I read her biography
her name is Ruquia Dios Jacinto.Her grave is littered with plastics,cans,dead leaves and dirty paper that looks like tissue
Ruquia!! I bellowed lost in my thoughts
but were interrupted by a wind .
it blows in a circular motion similar to cyclone Kenneth cleaning her grave at once…I watched with rapt attention trying to comprehend what’s going on.
Ruquia are you ready to talk? why are you here? the wind became fierce raising sand and gravel to my face..I quickly I moved backwards keeping a few metres away from her grave.just then the wind seized turned into a cool breeze..I started hearing some noises similar to a voice of a little angel.but couldn’t decipher neither do I understand ,it seems like someone is whispering to me either dreaming nor real my brain refused given me a rightful words to describe my illusion.
I felt like I have a company that I turned quickly could not see anyone.
I could hear her voice now sounds like a Spanish I speak it only but a little.
the voice lamented on how her careless drunk uncle pushed her from staircase .her life and sweet dreams shattered by the people he loved.
I wonder how the family will feel..
help me tell my mom that Dadd is innocent..her brother killed me.
tell her that his brother is planning to sell daddy’s company. all the documents is hidden at the store..
R….u. . ..q . .u…..i. ….a
is that you I stammered
suddenly there was an ominous silent.
Ruquia! how will your family believed me.go tell them yourself..
the wind resumed blowing sand at my direction became stronger that I maintained distance..at the process I bumped into a bigger grave by name Mario João Paulo
his 80yrs old..I felt like someone is holding my shoulder I made my ways towards the north I met a police officer who warned that I should let the dead rest .he concluded with a phrase
“”you human will not let the dead be”
our house is 8poles away.as I turned to
go home..that one caught me( “you humans)
immediately I looked back couldn’t found him again..my heart started beating very fast like it’s going to break the ribcage I hold myself and my breath as a man am.in peace I went home reached out to my phone something fell from my pocket but I ignored it.to my surprise my time registered 12:49am.
was totally taking aback on how I spent much time on my interview with the dead..on a second taught I picked the paper hoping is money only to found inscription writing on the bold letters
:: PLEASE HELP ME TELL MY MUM THAT DADD IS INNOCENT…HER BROTHER KILLED ME ..SAME UNCLE WANTED TO SELL DADS COMPANY.THE DOCUMENTS IS HIDDEN AT THE STORE INSIDE A SAVE
SECURITY CODE 23******9
thank you for the interview”
like a bat out of hell I ran inside
so much in a hurry that I was not looking ahead that I fell inside a swimming pool and hit my forehead on the concrete stones that was used to design the edges.it hurts really bad … that’s all I could remember.
gradually I lost my breath…I can feel my heart shutting down… followed by my kidney.i could hear there sound loud and clear.
what’s happening to me?
I forced my brain to answer me but to weak to respond was overwhelmed by the shock and air starvation.
just then my vision went blur..
to be continued……
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