Cursed - My Name Is Karma

CHAPTER 32

I am glad that Siba was unharmed. Well a little scratch on the elbow but she was okay. Just a little shaken. When I got to her, I quickly gave her the necklace which she wore immediately. We drove home and I had to make her water with sugar to drink because she was really shaken up. I added some sleeping herbs on her water and she didn’t even recognize them. She slept shortly after.
«««»»»
‘He sat up straight while breathing very fast. It was as if he could feel her. Like she was in the room. He had dreamed of his late ex-girlfriend chasing his current girlfriend with an axe. Luckily the current girlfriend managed to escape but got a little scar on her upper arm which was caused by the axe. He swallowed hard and looked at the woman sleeping next to her. She looked so peaceful but he jumped out of the bed and fell down when he saw a new scar on her upper arm which was bleeding.

Him: “Nomvelo, wake up.” he shook her gently. She stirred and then slowly opened her eyes. She yawned and looked at him.
Nomvelo: “and then? Why do you look like you have seen a ghost?” he smiled nervously and uncovered her body. Her knees were body, like she had been dragged on the tar road. “OMG! What is this?” she looked at him in fear. “What have you done to me?”

Him: “No Mvelo I didn’t do anything. It was her. She did this.”
Nomvelo: “what? When you see me, you see a fool?” she got out of bed and she screamed at the pain she was feeling. Her whole body was sore. She looked at her arm and just cried when she saw that she was bleeding. “Why did you do this? Have I ever done anything wrong to offend you or upset you? How could you treat me like this?”

Him: “Mvelo I didn’t do this. I swear. It was her. My dead ex-girlfriend. She is the one who attacked you. Well her ghost. She attacked you in my dream and then you woke up like this.” she looked at him like he was crazy and then shook her head.

Nomvelo: “really? That is the best you can come up with? You know what, I am done with you. Now I know why they say you are crazy and abusive.” She leaped her way to the bathroom and Fanele just sat down feeling defeated. This was the fifth woman walking out of the relationship because of his ex-girlfriend’s shenanigans. She always meddled in his affairs. He didn’t know why because when she died, they were on good terms.

Fanele: “what did I do to deserve this? why are you doing this to me?” he buried his head in his hands and just sobbed.’

I wake up gasping for air. I don’t even know when I fell asleep. I Chuckle when I realize that I actually dozed off in the kitchen counter. I stretch my neck a bit and then stand up. Dealing with ghosts is such a tiring task because you have to travel or rather bring the ghost to your world which is not an easy task. But I had to act fast before the Fanele guy got arrested for crimes he didn’t commit.

I go to my room and take a nice hot bath. After that I wear leggings with a baggy tee and slippers. I head to the basement and light up candles. I then draw a circle in the middle and draw another one not far from the one in the middle. I sit on the one in the middle with my legs folded. I close my eyes.

Me: “Azraelle vocat te dea vitae novitas mortem. Ostende te. Azraelle vocat te dea vitae novitas mortem. Ostende te. Azraelle vocat te dea vitae novitas mortem. Ostende te.” The candles go off for a few seconds making the room dark. Then they go on and she emerges wearing a black dress which is made of feathers, her huge wings flapping. She is carrying a white dove which matches with her white very long hair.

Azraelle: “Kun kira Ni rabin mutum. Me yasa? (You have summoned me half human. Why?)” Azraelle isn’t like the other goddesses who bow down to me. She is like an independent contractor because even the dark world doesn’t command her to do things. She is more like an angel. She doesn’t even speak the language of goddesses. I look at her.

Me: “lokacin da na duba, duniyar ku da tawa son lafiya da jituwa kuma ba ta karo ko cakuda. Yanzu ta yaya ake yiwa mutum azaba ta hanyar ruhu? Ba kawai a mafarki ba har ma a rayuwa ta zahiri? (Last time I checked, your world and mine lived in peace and harmony and doesn’t clash or mix. Now how is it that a human is being tortured by a ghost? Not only in dreams but also in real life?)” She frowns and tilts her head to the side. The dove imitates her.

Azraelle: “wanene wannan mutumin? (Who is this human?)”
Me: “he is Fanele Ngobeni. His ex-girlfriend died. She is jealous, so she keeps chasing away every girl that Fanele dates. It’s been a year now. She attacks the girls physically.” She raises her eyebrows. She then looks around.

Azraelle: “this place is full of darkness. Isn’t there any other place where we can talk in?”
Me: “no. now take the ghost with you or I will send her to the black pit.” She chuckles.
Azraelle: “half human I am not your slave. You can’t order me around. If you want me to do something for you, ask nicely.” I huff.

Me: “help her cross over or I will send her to the Black Pit. I am not about to ask you or beg you to do your job. I have options but I just wanted to do things by the book for once.” She looks at me and looks at her dove.

Azraelle: “let this be the last time you summon me or order me to do something. I am not your friend.” With that being said, she disappears leaving black feathers all over the floor and one white feather which is shining so bright. I stand up and go pick it up. It is glowing. I put everything back in order and head out. I go put it in the prayer room and then go prepare supper. I just hope that Azraelle is going to finish the job tonight or else I would really throw that ghost of a girlfriend to the Black Pit because she is an unfriendly ghost.

A Black Pit is a place where supernatural beings who are being punished are thrown into. It is just a pit which is pitch black and full of nothing. Once you are in, there is no way out. If you get locked up with your enemy, you might fight for all eternity or end up being friends.
.
.
.
#Cursed
#MyNameIsKarma