THE GHOST TRAIL

EPISODE 1

A lot of people really do not believe in reincarnation, maybe I was part of that group before now, but I feel I should share this story with you . I had been a very objective person who sometimes was critical to a fault, I really had issues with believing ideas that were based on superstition and could not really be proven scientifically, one of such was reincarnation.

It was on the eve of Christmas 2002, as I and my cousin ventured back from church, the priest had taken a bit more time, so we we faced with the reality of walking home alone in the dark, we were just nine and ten years old respectively back then, we weren't familiar with the terrains because this was the first time we visited grandma in the village, it was our first time of witnessing a sane, quiet environment, devoid of pollution and noise.

As we walked pass the village center into the narrow, windy pathway, there were lots of trees on this pathway which was more like a bush track, the trees were constantly in an unrepentant romance with the winds which seemed to have developed intimacy for the trees. It was a very scary pathway with different night birds struggling to be heard.

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Just as we were few trots into the end of the pathway, we heard toes tiptoeing toward us from behind, initially we tried not to show our fears, but the pace got faster and suddenly disappeared. We weren't sure what we heard, so we tried to ignore, though not completely, suddenly the sounds came on again, this time more distinctly and unmistakable, one thing was sure, we were being followed.

Goosebumps had completely enveloped my whole body, I was so feverish and physically exhausted, my cousin was already weeping silently for fear of his life, just then a voice from behind, it could only have been one person's unmistakable voice, our late grandfather.
No no no, I thought to myself, this must have been a clear case of auditory hallucinations, but a greater part of me told me this was very real..

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By this time it was getting much darker, and we were trapped in fear on our way, we decided to run into the nearby bushes, were we hid our faces, lying dead cold in the wet bushes, we could see our grand father's old wrinkled face in the through the deem light of the night. By this time, Ephraim my cousin was gripping so hard on my shirts, what was to be our plight that night?. Would that apparition catch up with us in the bush?

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TO BE CONTINUED