Tiit For Tat - S01 E16

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E16

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

Waves Of Danger

11.01 p.m

When you have established that one alternative is good and the other is evil, there is no justification for the choice of a mixture. There is no justification ever for choosing any part of what you know to be evil.”

(Rand Quotes )

[Mike’s Viewpoint ]

I was lying quite uncomfortable on my bed. My sister had been kidnapped for almost three werks now. I knew I was on my own. Telling the police my sister was kidnapped was just like teaching the devil about sin. I have tried in my own little ways to locate her whereabout but to no avail.

My efforts were just like pouring water on the back of a duck.

Though the recent announcement by the police that they had nabbed six kidnappers made me happy, I realised it was just a storm in the teacup*. Afterall, it wasn’t really a news in Nigeria for kidnappers to be nabbed. It is a daily occurrence.

I knew within my heart that it would be a tall order for me to finally find and rescue her. Still Rosaline is my one-and-only sister, my remaining surviving sibling.

I decided to read some stories on my phone to take my mind off the pain. I came across a few story websites where I could read exciting stories.

It wasn’t too dark as there was a light further down the hallway and also the light of the phone lit up the area around me.

I came across a story titled ” Married to a Monster.” It caught my attention and I began reading it.

It reads;

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Married To a Monster

As Rose walked down Westerville street,she knew she looked weird. So weird that people stared at her.

What bride walks alone to her husband’s place ! Anyway, she didn’t think about it much because she hopped she would find love in her new home. This match-making thing is not really her thing but when poverty arrest you like a policeman, you have just very few options. Either you go to the devil or the deep blue sea. Rose preferred the devil.

She dragged her luggage with her as she made her way towards the big houses in the street. “He must be very rich,” She said to herself as she looked at the direction of the house in the map being given to her.

She arrived at a large iron gate with a big navy blue house and pressed the gate’s bell.

A man who was probably the gate man opened the small gate and ushered her in. “Perhaps,he already knew I was coming,”she thought.

She got inside the magnificent building and looked around in amazement. The house was so big and beautiful.

She dragged her luggage with her to the main building and let herself inside the large hall.

As soon as she stepped her feet inside the large living room,she knew something wasn’t right with the house. She felt the magnificence of the house from outside was a smokescreen for the evil lurking underneath it, like a superimposition.

She looked around and left her luggage standing beside the door. Her eyes darted around at the walls and saw pictures. Many of them.

Pictures of a beautiful dark lady with dimples. She went nearer and stared at the picture. “Who was this lady?”

She asked quite rhetorically.

“And why was her pictures all over the walls of the living room?”

She felt a little insulted.

“Okay,I heard he had a fiancée but she died. Even after knowing I was coming that very day, I still met some silly pictures around?” She began to complain.

Anger ripped through her as she stared at the beautiful woman in the picture. Was it anger or jealousy. It is said Jealousy is the tiger that tears not only its prey but also its own raging heart.

She raised her hand up and unhooked one of the pictures from the wall, and took a close look at it. She looked around.”Was there no one in the house?”

She was about removing the next picture when she heard the gate man opening the gate.

She stared out of the window and saw him coming out of his car and somehow she panicked as she saw his face. His stone cold,non smiling ghostly face.

Rose quickly started putting the picture back to Its place when the door opened and he stepped in.

She quickly turned to look at him and forced a smile.”I’m…I’m…here.”

She said to him but his eyes were not on her. They were on the pictures on the wall. He said,

“Those pictures, aren’t for games.”

Just those words from him,sent cold shiver down Rose’s spine. His voice was so hard and thick she had to think if he smoked.

“Who are in the pictures? Aren’t you even going to look at your new wife and welcome her?” Rose asked him gently as he turned to look at her. His eyes were very cold.

“How many welcome will satisfy you my dear? You are not yet worthy to look at until your hair is being packed up.”He said as she looked at him confused. What does he mean by that?

She had always loved making her hair fall around her shoulders. Suddenly,she looked at the pictures again and noticed the girl in the mirror was packing her hair up. All of her pictures. She looked back at him.

“Eric,what are you trying to say?” she asked him. Was he trying to make her look like his dead fiancee?”

His eyes burned into hers. Just then,the sound of something breaking behind her was heard.

She gasped and looked back.

She gasped again when she saw the scattered pieces of glasses of one of the pictures on the floor.

Unknown to her, She did not put it back well.

When she turned back to look at him, She felt like the ground would open up and swallow her .

The look….the look in his eyes right now was ….so devilish….so monstrous that she needed no soothsayer to tell me her she had been married a monster.!!!

He started walking towards her as if she was a prey to be devoured. Rose sensing danger took a step backward, almost screaming…”

Watch out for Episode 2.

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Ughh. I like the story and I’m sure you will you it too. I clicked on episode 2. Just as I was about to read it my mother’s memory crept into my mind. I knew grieving over the lost of my mother and brother had sparked a streak of disturbing existentialism* in me. Even though I was in her sister’s house ,that memory still haunt me. I felt intensely paranoid. My eyes were becoming quite heavy. I fell asleep.

One hour later

–12. 01 a.m–

I was suddenly awoke by a very bright light. It was 12 midnight.

The light was so bright that I was almost blinded by its sheer radiance.I was baffled as to what happened. My eyes had never played tricks on me like that before. Was I suffering from sleep paralysis? I had had this on and off sleep pattern that week. I wasn’t sure if that was connected to what I was thinking. The atmosphere in the house was unsettling and tense.

I wasn’t happy. Evil hang around the room like clouds. I dreaded the possibility of being captured again by Zolabin’s roughnecks*.

Zolabins is a yobbo*. I cursed the day his father saw his mother and decided to create him.

Abortion is indeed the best option for all evil children. I wish I were the midwife who remove him from her mother’s V ____. He could have been history by now. God.!!Why do you allow evil men like Zolabin to live? I know your eyes hate evil.

I turned to the right and looked at the doorway adjacent to me. Suddenly my heart sank amidst incessant palpitations. I almost felt like fainting. She was in shimmers of light. My heart fluttered and pounded hard and harder on my ribcage as if it wanted to burst out of my chest. It beat very fast then very slow. Am I having tachycardia or bradycardia?.

Standing in the corner close to the door, I saw an angelic, beautiful woman. She had a flower crown on her head and white garment on her body. She stood there gazing at me carefully and calmly. I froze with fear and my adrenaline rushed through my nervous system into my medulla Medulla oblongata such that all that I did became involuntary.

I stuck my head under the covers that draped over the bed and never felt so helpless. I slipped onto the floor and halfway under the bed.

There was an unsettling ambiance in the room. I heard cacophonous sounds. It wasn’t the Euphony I was used to in church. It was a ghostly cacophony , a dissonance that seemed to fit into the quagmire of confusion that had encircled me in that moment of fanciful higgledy piggledy, perhaps the topsy- turvy was more of a figment of my own imagination or was it?

My mother was enclosed in a circle of bright light. She said, “my son,don’t be afraid of me. No matter which form I am , just remember that family bond is for eternity. You have a great battle ahead of you.You would go through trials and tribulations in the hands of Zolabin.

He will do everything to hunt you down so you must be extra careful. Trust no one. As much as possible,keep your secrets to yourself.

In order to win this war, you need to be courageous for the faint hearts never chalk any success. Remember,our Life shrinks or expands in proportion with our courage.” It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends.(J.K. Rowling).

My son ,be courageous,face your enemies with tact and wisdom.

Unfortunately, Your path and destiny is entwined with Zolabin’s.

But I believe you can do it. I would always be at your back supporting you .

Let your conscience be the small god within you. It will guide you if you pay attention to it. My love for your is for eternity and I won’t sit down and watch our enemies destroy you . Rise up and show them the stuff you are made of.

Let me tell you something you don’t know. You are stronger than you think you are. It is when you are pushed to the wall that you will identify your inner power.

Oprah Winfrey said it rightly when she said “When there is no struggle, there is no strength.”

“My son , you are a lion. Rise up and fight. In the meantime you need to leave this room because your enemies are coming to capture you. Leave the room now. Hide !!!!!!___.”

” Mother, how will______”

Suddenly she disappeared.

she was no longer in the doorway

The atmosphere in the room return to normal. There was absolute equanimity and winds of tranquillity settled on my troubled heart.

I was amazed at the sheer equipoisity*. The equipartition of my state of fear and my state of calm seemed enigmatic to me. Had I doubt my cognitive equipoisity, I would have thought I was suffering from mental psychosis but the equiparation seemed tentatively matched. Or was I suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder?”

After a few minutes, the felling of fear returned and wrapped its arms around me. I had to leave my room quickly, as instructed by my mother.

I left my room and climbed one of the trees nearby so that I could peep through the window into my room.

About a minute later I heard the sound of a van. Since I was on top of a tree I was able to see the van even before it pulled up near my aunt’s house. Our dog began to bark loudly as if it had sensed danger.

Four masked men came out of the Van. The incessant barking of the dog,more specifically the German shepherd dog woke the security man up.

He flashed his torch carelessly around. I remembered my aunt said the dog can scare away tough rascal. She claimed it could hear and find any intruders In her words “It’s hard to beat the versatility this dog has.”

Joe,the security man returned to his room after seeing nothing so suspicious. Perhaps, he didn’t pay attention to his sixth sense.

To my astonishment,the gangsters scaled the wall and flipped themselves in an acrobatic style over the spiked at the top of the wall and landed onto the compound in a shaolin style of

Kung Fu.!!!!

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What happens now that Mike’s Aunt’s house is under attack?

Will Mike be caught again?

Will the kidnappers efforts be thwarted?

WATCH OUT FOR EPISODE 17