It was twelve midnight, and everywhere was dark. Pitch dark.
For some reason, I was the only one awake. I had things to do. Things I hadn’t been able to finish during the day. Assignments and an upcoming project I was supposed to be working on.
But guess what? I was scrolling through Instagram shorts.
Out of ideas on what to write, baby girl had to diversify.
Thirty minutes later, I somehow found myself hooked on a random high school movie on YouTube. Yes, from Instagram to YouTube. So what?
That was when I heard it.
A strange, creepy noise at my door.
I frowned, switched on my flashlight, and aimed it at the door. My two younger sisters were asleep beside me, sprawled comfortably on our very large bed. The noise stopped immediately, and I dismissed it as my imagination.
But when it happened again, twice, I knew I had to check.
I got down, opened the door, and saw nothing. Just a biscuit wrapper lying there innocently.
I hissed in irritation and returned to the bed.
“It has to be a rat playing with the wrapper,” I muttered. Those creatures could be incredibly annoying. I didn’t even want to think about who had dropped the wrapper there in the first place. I definitely wasn’t removing it myself. Mtcheew.
I had barely settled back into my comfortable position when the door creaked open slowly.
I held my breath.
I could swear with my life that I had shut that door.
Heart pounding, I turned on my flashlight again and pointed it at the door. Still nothing. But this time, the creepy noise intensified, louder and more deliberate.
Fear crept into my bones.
I tried waking my sisters, but they barely stirred, sleeping on like dead wood. Panic set in. I didn’t know what to do.
The worst part?
I suddenly realized I didn’t even have the courage to call on Jesus.
I couldn’t remember the last time I knelt down to pray. My Bible was missing. I didn’t even have a Bible app on my phone. And on the rare days I made it to church, my mind was always elsewhere.
Abeg, if you be Jesus, you go still wan answer me?
Still, I screamed anyway.
“Jesus!!! The blood of Jesus!!!”
I kept shouting, but the noise only grew worse.
That was when my sisters finally woke up.
To my shock, they weren’t scared.
They were laughing.
Confused, I looked up at the door.
And there he was, my elder brother, standing there, grinning at me.
“Juu-dith,” he called, chuckling. “If this was really what you thought it was, what do you think could have happened? Do you believe it’s impossible for you to have power to stop it? You can’t be serving Jesus and still be ordinary, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, the point is that you were pulling a prank on me.”
He shrugged. “The other point is that if it wasn’t a prank, you were completely powerless. Why should you be afraid of dark powers and still claim to be a ‘Jesus baby’? Does that make sense to you? Or do you think the miracles in the Bible are just fiction?”
Honestly, I didn’t know what to say.
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