Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Story: The Legend Of The S.A.I.N.T.S - Season 1 - Episode 11

Neil Hannah was startled when she saw her daughter.
“Why ! Oh my God! You’re very cold!…” she screamed as she touched Kimball’s neck and palms.
“…and you’re shivering , what’s this darling?” Hannah asked with eyes and mouth wide open in shock.
“Nothing mom, am ok, just a little cold, that’s all” said the out-of-this-world frightened Kimball after the ghost episode at the playground of The Citadel of Mercy Church, but Hannah was not ready to take that for an answer, “Noo, girl, you look a lil-bit shaken, have you been running all the way?”
“Yea kinda jogging…yea jogging all the way” Kimball replied turning away from the all prying eyes of her mother.
Neil Hannah couldnt believe why she should jog all the way home.
“Why did you do that Kim, why did you’ve to jog all the way?”
Asked a bewildered Hannah. Kimball gently pushed past her way into the room, flung her bag on the couch and stepped into the shower for a warm bath.
After a dry dinner , that lacked gusto and relish she snuggled into bed, wrapped herself all over and the thoughts of the night’s event filled her completely. She believed totally in ghost stories and was very familiar with several ghost trackers in town, she had even followed Stephen Shaw when he went with his crew to track the Malganean ghost that disturbed the neighbouring town of late, but tonight’s ghost-like figure as she thought looked more like a ghoul than an innocent free living ghost. She was scared of being tormented or hunted by ghosts and if this ‘ghoul’, she thought hunt again , she would speak to Stephen Shaw at once, but her mother must’nt know about it , she thought. The poor woman had had enough for all her years. She couldnt continue with the endless streams of thoughts that paraded her mind, she drifted gentle into a reassuring sleep. The night was cold!

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“Are you ready for this man? You can give it a try, yea a nice dangerous try…” Granny rattled on to himself as he sat to a game of Chess in the middle of the sitting room with Athen.
Allen was in his room. He had a lot to think about , a confused and troubled youngman he was now. He thought of telling Granny about the ghost, but decided against it. He needed to tackle this on his own, needed to be a man for once. Well, he decided , if the ghost should show up again he wouldnt scamper off as he had done tonight. While Allen was lost in his unending flow of grave thoughts, the duo chattered on loudly as the chess game grew tense for granny and Athen.

Allen closed his eyes to sleep, then “Bang!!” on his window. He flew out of bed and gripped the bed pole at the extreme end of the room adjacent to the door. He saw a shadow pass behind his window, stopped in the middle of the window, then another “bang!!!” on the window glass, but this time Allen only hissed and cursed under his breath as he snuggled back into bed. The voice came very clear from behind the window, in a whisper.
“Come on man, am cold outta here, open the goddamn window”. It was Sammy’s voice.
“Go to your home, Sam, its night already, you can’t play video games by this time, and if granny gets to know , you know what that means. So please go now, Sam!” Allen replied firmly, his face all frown.
“Oh no, you can’t do this man, i would only play a round that’s all man! Open up man!!”
“Get out boy!!” Allen barked.
“Big fool man!!” Sam fired back. Sammy hissed and cursed as he stepped out from behind the window and walked towards his home. Sometimes he wondered if his friendship with Allen had gone sour. Maybe Allen no longer cared about him , he thought. He remembered those days when they were nicknamed Sam-Al yea those were really good old days, but now things had gone really sour, poor Sam thought. He shook his head sadly and disappeared into a bend that led to his home.

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It was Saturday morning and Allen had little or no work to do. He did all that was required in the house and set down to read a comic book he had picked up from the City Library. Granny had to check on a friend and Athen was out with his chubby set of friends.

The sun was hot, and the air was warm, he felt very hot inside. He peeled off his shirts and relaxed on a cane-weaved chair. The door was slightly open and the windows were not closed, the gentle cascading breeze filtered into the sitting room, pushing the door close, a ‘click’ sound confirmed that the door was tight shut. Allen didn’t bother to unlock or open the door. In the dining section, the fridge opened and the sound of pouring water was audible enough to disturb the reading of Allen. Throwing the book aside and casting suspicious glances around the room, Allen stood and next tiptoed to the dining, wondering who the intruder might since Athen and granny , the only remaining occupants of the house were out. Allen hid behind the wall and peeped through the side of the curtains at the figure of Aragon, seated casually on the table and seeming to drink the water from the glass cup, but the water in the cup remained at its original level. Without turning the figure spoke.
The voice was casual but hoarse.
“Allen Philips!” It came clear and audible.
Summoning courage , Allen asked with lips and hands and legs quivering and trembling , he thought he would collapse any moment in time. His feet wobbled under him as he asked.
“Who are you, what do you want from me?”

To Be Continued…