“My Wedding Night” Story Series! (Episode 14)

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    “Leave that to me. I’ll get your sister out myself, but you will be right outside the premises to pick her up. You will be the person to drive her to the house”, the detective said while my brother nodded in agreement. “Now get ready, in thirty minutes we should be out of here” he added.

    “It is still 6:30pm, i thought she’s breaking into the house by 10pm?” My brother asked with surprise.

    “Yea, she is, but i can’t be able to get her out of this place by that time. I can only get her out in thirty minutes while you take her to your house or anywhere till showtime”, he answered.

    I breathed deeply. I really was nervous.

    By 7:15pm that fateful evening, the detective took me out of my cell and helped me out of the compound by hiding me in his car. We had no problem leaving the police premises. It really was the most easiest part of the plan. In a couple of minutes we arrived at the agreed rendezvous where my brother was already waiting. As i was about to alight from the detective’s car, he held me back and stared at me with a worried look.

    “Please be careful. Here is the recorder i promised. It’s very small, uses micro card and has high recording capability. It’s already charged” he said with care, as he gave me the recorder with little lecture on how to use it. “Here are the gloves as well. You need no lecture on how to use them” he joked.

    “Please don’t disappoint me” he begged.

    I nodded, gave him a reassuring smile and alighted from his car. The detective was just a perfect gentleman.

    “So what now”, my brother asked as i joined him in his car.

    “Let’s go home first. I want to see mum”, i answered quietly.

    He gave me a long look, licked his lips and drove me home without another word.
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    10pm arrived much faster than i expected. I soon found myself at the back of my husband’s house with my heart pounding furiously while my eyes examined the fence as i prepared to scale it. Yea i was born and raised in the village among boys. I knew how to climb perfectly well. My only fear was how to achieve my mission without being detected.

    I surveyed the area for the last time, reached inside my black jacket and touched the pistol my brother gave me minutes earlier.

    “it has only one bullet. You are not going in there to shoot anybody but i’m giving it to you because no one knows what might happen when you get there” he said as he gave me the little weapon, equally giving me a quick lesson on how to use it.

    With one quick breathe, i scaled the fence, wounding as barbed wires tore my trouser. But the injury was nothing compared to the wound in my heart. I pushed on, very determined to finish the task ahead.

    In no time i was at the backyard. I quickly headed straight to the garden and stopped for a minute to take a look at the crime scene where the detective believed my husband was murdered. Tears instantly fell from my eyes.

    “Damian i believe you are watching. I know you are right here. I know a murdered spirit is always at the spot where his life was taken away. Yes i believe in it. I believe in superstition. I can’t do this without you. Please help me” i cried quietly, picked up myself and walked into the building with determination.

    All the security lights were glaring as i made my way into the big house. But instead of being caught with the help of the lights, i was guided to the guest rooms by the same wonderful lights.

    However it really wasn’t easy knowing the particular room to check. I had to start from the first room downstairs, but luckily the first three rooms were locked, leaving me with no choice than to move over to the fourth room. I slowly opened the door but the room was very dark inside. I couldn’t see anything.

    I drew back to the corridor, closed the door and checked my recorder which was in good working condition. I smiled with satisfaction, safely tucked it back into the b—-t pocket of my jacket, pulled out a small touch light from my trouser and slowly walked into the room, flashing my torch light.

    Question: Isn’t this a risky attempt? Will this action not implicate her the more?

    Watch out for the next episode…


    She get strong mind! Gudluck







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