Trapped In A Grave
Episode 9
The first thing I saw as I slowly opened my eyes was a blurry image of faces leaning over me. My vision cleared, and I realized it was a man and a woman, their expressions filled with concern. A small child stood behind them, holding tightly onto the woman’s dress.
I was lying on a bed, covered with a soft blanket that smelled faintly of lavender. The room was modest, its wooden walls adorned with framed Bible verses. A warm glow came from a lamp on the bedside table.
“She’s awake,” the woman said softly, her voice laced with relief.
“Thank God,” the man replied. He was holding a Bible, his hands clasped tightly around it as if it were a lifeline.
I blinked a few times, trying to sit up, but my body felt heavy and weak. “Where… where am I?” I managed to whisper.
“You’re safe now,” the man said gently. “We found you on the roadside. You were unconscious. We couldn’t just leave you there.”
The woman touched my arm lightly, her touch comforting. “You’re in our home. My name is Clara, and this is my husband, Pastor James. That’s our daughter, Lily.”
I looked at the little girl, who gave me a shy wave before hiding her face behind her mother’s dress. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
“You’ve been through something terrible,” James said, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “We were praying for you when you woke up. God must have a purpose for sparing you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “You don’t understand,” I said, my voice trembling. “What I’ve been through… it’s not something anyone should ever experience.”
“Tell us,” Clara said, her eyes filled with compassion. “Whatever it is, we’ll listen.”
I hesitated, unsure of where to begin. Then the words poured out of me, each one more frantic than the last. I told them everything—about my mother, the grave, the demon, and how I had ended up on the roadside.
They listened intently, their expressions growing more serious with each word. Lily sat on the floor, clutching a stuffed toy, her wide eyes fixed on me.
When I finished, the room was silent. James was the first to speak. “This is… unlike anything I’ve ever encountered,” he said, his voice grave. “But if what you’re saying is true, then this is no ordinary evil.”
“I need your help,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “Please, come back home with me. My mother… she’s trapped. My father might still be in danger. I can’t do this alone.”
Clara exchanged a glance with her husband, who nodded solemnly. “We’ll help you,” she said. “But you must understand, this won’t be easy.”
James stood up, clutching his Bible tightly. “Whatever this is, it’s beyond human strength. We’ll need God’s guidance and protection to face it.”
“Thank you,” I said, relief washing over me. “Thank you so much.”
After I regained enough strength to stand, we prepared to leave. Clara packed a small bag with supplies, while James gathered holy water and a crucifix. Lily watched silently, clutching her toy as if it could shield her from the fear that lingered in the air.
The drive back to my house was tense. The closer we got, the more dread settled in my chest. I kept replaying the horrifying events in my mind, wondering what awaited us.
When we arrived, the house looked eerily quiet, the windows dark and foreboding. “Stay here for a moment,” James said, his voice steady but cautious.
He peered through one of the windows, his face lit only by the pale moonlight. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then he stepped back abruptly, his expression filled with shock and fear.
“What is it?” Clara asked, clutching his arm.
James turned to us, his voice trembling. “There’s something in there,” he said. “And it’s not human.”
To Be Continued............
Trapped In A Grave
Episode 9
The first thing I saw as I slowly opened my eyes was a blurry image of faces leaning over me. My vision cleared, and I realized it was a man and a woman, their expressions filled with concern. A small child stood behind them, holding tightly onto the woman’s dress.
I was lying on a bed, covered with a soft blanket that smelled faintly of lavender. The room was modest, its wooden walls adorned with framed Bible verses. A warm glow came from a lamp on the bedside table.
“She’s awake,” the woman said softly, her voice laced with relief.
“Thank God,” the man replied. He was holding a Bible, his hands clasped tightly around it as if it were a lifeline.
I blinked a few times, trying to sit up, but my body felt heavy and weak. “Where… where am I?” I managed to whisper.
“You’re safe now,” the man said gently. “We found you on the roadside. You were unconscious. We couldn’t just leave you there.”
The woman touched my arm lightly, her touch comforting. “You’re in our home. My name is Clara, and this is my husband, Pastor James. That’s our daughter, Lily.”
I looked at the little girl, who gave me a shy wave before hiding her face behind her mother’s dress. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.
“You’ve been through something terrible,” James said, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. “We were praying for you when you woke up. God must have a purpose for sparing you.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “You don’t understand,” I said, my voice trembling. “What I’ve been through… it’s not something anyone should ever experience.”
“Tell us,” Clara said, her eyes filled with compassion. “Whatever it is, we’ll listen.”
I hesitated, unsure of where to begin. Then the words poured out of me, each one more frantic than the last. I told them everything—about my mother, the grave, the demon, and how I had ended up on the roadside.
They listened intently, their expressions growing more serious with each word. Lily sat on the floor, clutching a stuffed toy, her wide eyes fixed on me.
When I finished, the room was silent. James was the first to speak. “This is… unlike anything I’ve ever encountered,” he said, his voice grave. “But if what you’re saying is true, then this is no ordinary evil.”
“I need your help,” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “Please, come back home with me. My mother… she’s trapped. My father might still be in danger. I can’t do this alone.”
Clara exchanged a glance with her husband, who nodded solemnly. “We’ll help you,” she said. “But you must understand, this won’t be easy.”
James stood up, clutching his Bible tightly. “Whatever this is, it’s beyond human strength. We’ll need God’s guidance and protection to face it.”
“Thank you,” I said, relief washing over me. “Thank you so much.”
After I regained enough strength to stand, we prepared to leave. Clara packed a small bag with supplies, while James gathered holy water and a crucifix. Lily watched silently, clutching her toy as if it could shield her from the fear that lingered in the air.
The drive back to my house was tense. The closer we got, the more dread settled in my chest. I kept replaying the horrifying events in my mind, wondering what awaited us.
When we arrived, the house looked eerily quiet, the windows dark and foreboding. “Stay here for a moment,” James said, his voice steady but cautious.
He peered through one of the windows, his face lit only by the pale moonlight. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then he stepped back abruptly, his expression filled with shock and fear.
“What is it?” Clara asked, clutching his arm.
James turned to us, his voice trembling. “There’s something in there,” he said. “And it’s not human.”
To Be Continued............
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