The Seer ( A Short Story)

Chapter Two

I can't remember how old I was when I realized I could see spirit beings. Back then we used to live with my grandmother. My father used to travel all the time because he was still a student.

My mother used to spend days in the city for some business program and returned after a while to stay with us so most of the time it was just me, my elder sister and my elder brother, yes, my elder brother; but he is late now. He was the oldest amongst us all. Some days before he died was the first time I started seeing those demons... the Spirit of Death. It would appear occasionally in the compound under the mango tree waiting... waiting and watching and I would start to cry whenever I saw it.

My brother thought I was afraid of the stray cats that were always coming by and he would chase them away for me.

"But the cats could see it too, why couldn't he?"

They always came by when this thing appeared. It would stay for a while, watch, and then disappear. The day my brother died was the first time this demon appeared inside our house and it did not leave. That morning my brother was trying to fix our electrical supply outlet and he got electrocuted in the process.

That was a horrible day. I remembered my grandmother running around the neighborhood with her old body crying for help, my sister was crying and my parents were nowhere to be seen. We had to leave that day but the demon did not leave the house. The next day my grandmother also passed on. She could not bear the guilt and we buried her and my brother in that compound, right under the mango tree.

I woke up at 3 am in the morning. I was thirsty there was electricity but the voltage was so low that the only thing I could only see was a string of light inside the lightbulb and nothing else. Somebody left the ceiling fan on in the living room but its blades turned slowly and it made this creaking noise. I made my way to the fridge which was in the dining room and opened it to get water and due to the low voltage, the lights in the fridge didn't come on. I drank a lot of water and I put the empty bottle back inside the fridge. I know my sister will complain but I don't mind. I walked slowly back to my room. Wait!...there is someone in the living room. I don't feel afraid so I know it is harmless I walk closer to the couch and see two heads. I walk slowly to face them and I'm surprised it's my brother and grandmother.

They are here!

They don't talk. They never do but they are smiling at me. I miss them, oh God I miss them... "I should sit with them," I think, and I go to sit on the couch in between them. They are looking at the TV opposite us. It was not on but they seemed to be watching it. I remember when we used to watch TV together at my grandmother's house.
"Whatever happened to that house?" I wonder. I wish things were how they used to be...I wish things were just how they used to be.

"Jide! Jide!" I heard my sister call me and I woke up due to her painful slaps on my arm. I hate my sister and I think she hates me too
"What are you doing here?" she asked,

"It was too hot in my room last night" I replied.

"Let's get ready for school," she said "You better learn how to wake up early yourself! When I go to the University who will be waking you up?.

As we set out for school my mother gave us food to give our landlord Mr. Obi. She said he had been sick for a while now. He lived alone and his wife passed away a long time ago. All his children were all grown and gone.

"Could he be the one?" I thought to myself.

We entered the house and saw Mr. Obi in his living room. He looked pale and one of his children was with him. We wished him well, dropped off the food, and hurried to school.

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