The Secret Room - S01 E05

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The Secret Room - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

The TV shut down on its own, and came on, but blinking this time around. Went blank again and went coming up with a woman’s face displaying on it. Eliza smiled at me from the TV as blood came dropping from her mouth. I screamed and rushed to where my husband had sat down, where he had been crying like a baby. He pushed me away and told me to stay away from him.

The police van siren came blaring from the distance alongside an ambulance. The siren came blaring more loudly as the vans came right into our compound. The news of the lady that killed herself 4 years ago and had had her body kidnapped by some unknown gun men came to life again.

It was all over the press as everyone wanted to know the motif behind it. Did Bernard kill his wife and planned it to be a suicide? Did he use her for ritual purposes and had refused to let her body be buried? Different speculations and opinions from both young and old. Bernard became popular, Bernard was nickname, ” The Corpse Fucker”.

He was arrested and the body of Eliza was taken to the morgue. Tests were carried out on her body and it was discovered that she had been sexually engaged by Bernard. Bernard was advised to call his strong lawyers ’cause Eliza’s family wouldn’t be ready to listen to anything and even the society itself, if the case happened to be filed to court.

I so much loved Bernard, l wasn’t going to allow him rot in jail. He didn’t kill her anyways, he was simply obsessed with her and never wanted to admit it to himself that Eliza was dead. I had to come to his rescue. I provided his diary where he had written the story of his life as an evidence to justify that he was mentally ill and hadn’t kill his wife.

How everything happened and from there it was finally concluded that Bernard was out of his mind. With huge sum of money being paid so as for the case to die down and for it not to be filed to court. This is Nigeria, money could do that. Bernard was taken to the psychiatric hospital and was diagnosed with necrophilia(being attached sexually to dead people) and dementia.

The burial date for Eliza was fixed and Bernard begged for him to be present at his wife’s burial. The day came, l went over to the hospital to pick Bernard, getting to the cemetery, Eliza’s burial ceremony was on going. After the pastor had prayed and family and well wishers had given their prayers and condolences, her body was to be lowered into the grave.

Bernard dashed over to her casket, falling on it. He wailed as he still claimed that his wife wasn’t dead but sleeping. Some guys went over to him and carried him away from the casket. Eliza was finally buried and Bernard went silent. He looked lost, he looked cold. Going over to meet him and taking him by the hand, we walked gently to where l had packed my car.

Got inside and Bernard whispered into my ears that l should please take him home just for that day. With heart heavy with tears l agreed and we both went home. He slept like a baby alongside our bed for the first time. I finally felt my husband with me for the first time in our so called marriage.

The sun rays came flashing into my eyes as l jolted up from the bed, Bernard wasn’t by my side. Dashing out from the room, l came running down stairs. I screamed with every strength in me as l saw Bernard’s body dangling from the ceiling fan in the sitting room. He had committed suicide, he hung himself.

Falling to the ground, tears went rolling down my cheeks, my whole life was in shambles. I wished everything was a dream l could just wake up from. The lights in the house suddenly went out. Cold breeze came blowing the curtains in the sitting room. Each door to every room went opening and banging hard continuously. I held my breathe as l watched as everything played out.

The spoons, pots and iron utensils in the kitchen went clattering hard to the bare floor, I knew my time was up. I knew l was next on the roll. I heard footsteps at the rear of the stairs. The lights went on as Eliza and Bernard walked side by side out of the room. I was completely covered with sweat as my heart went pounding hard, was about to explode. There was no point in running, l faced my worst nightmare.

Waking up from an hospital bed, my legs and hands had been chained to the bed. I freaked out as I wondered what had happened. The nurses came running to me and were preparing to give me some injections to calm me down. I pleaded to know what was happening.

One of the nurses told me I had burnt down my husband’s house. I ran helter skelter on the streets as l screamed Eliza’s name. To them, I had gone mad. I pleaded with them that l wasn’t mad. Eliza stepped in from the door to the room which l was. Smiling hard at me, l screamed and yelled out her name. ” Please safe me, Eliza is here to kill me”.

The nurses shook their heads as they held me tightly, they saw nobody, they didn’t see Eliza who had come into the room. Injections went into my body. My eyes went closing as Eliza’s face was the last thing l saw before everything went blank again.

This is the life l live now, locked away in the dark. For the sake of love, l lost my sanity or better still the world thought l lost it. She comes to torment me,l wish she could just end me but no, she has come to torment me for eternity….