Death is a mystery (Episode 3)

DEATH IS A MYSTERY😔... BUT IT OFTEN SEND SIGNS BEFORE IT COMES 😔

(Episode 3)

UJUALA village was no longer the same after the death of the old man. People walked more slowly. They greeted more gently. Even the children stopped chasing each other around the village square. The weight of mortality hung like mist on everyone’s shoulders.

But for Chidi, something else had begun.

Every night since the dream of the river, he heard whispers—soft, almost like wind through leaves, but too clear to be ignored. They called his name. Not with fear, but with a strange familiarity.

One night, as he lay staring at the thatched ceiling of his hut, the whispers came again, louder.

“Chidi... come to the iroko tree.”

At first, he shut his eyes tight, hoping sleep would swallow the sound. But the whispers persisted, like a breeze tugging at the soul. He finally got up, heart pounding, feet bare.

The moon hung like a silver eye above the village as Chidi crept toward the ancient iroko tree—so feared that even goats never grazed under it.

As he reached the base, the wind ceased.

Complete stillness.

Then, from the shadows stepped a boy about his age—only this boy had no reflection in the moonlight. His eyes were deep, almost hollow, yet not threatening.

“I was like you,” the boy said. “Until I ignored the whispers. Until it was too late.”

“Who are you?” Chidi asked, trembling.

“I’m the boy whose candle went out in your dream. I didn’t listen. But you… you must.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one hearing them now. The shadows don’t whisper to the deaf.”

Before Chidi could ask more, the boy pointed into the woods and whispered, “Someone else’s candle is flickering. Listen closely... or you’ll miss your chance to save them.”

Suddenly, the cold wind returned, sweeping leaves into the air. The boy vanished.

Chidi stood there, breathing heavily, as a question formed in his mind:

Whose candle was next?

And more terrifying...

Would he be in time?

Chidi didn’t sleep that night.

His heart was heavy with the boy’s final words “Someone else’s candle is flickering.”

Morning came, but it felt no different from night. The sun was up, yes, but in Chidi’s chest, a cloud had formed.

His eyes scanned faces in the compound—Mama Nkechi fetching water, old Papa Eze dozing under the mango tree, the village children giggling around their clay marbles.

Any of them could be the one.

He didn’t know who, but he felt it.

Later that day, Chidi visited Nnaemeka, his closest friend since childhood. Nnaemeka had been quiet for days, skipping school and keeping to himself.

When Chidi arrived, he found him lying on a bamboo mat, shivering slightly though it wasn’t cold.

“Are you okay?” Chidi asked.

“I’m just tired,” Nnaemeka muttered.

Chidi sat beside him. “You’ve been saying that all week.”

Then he remembered what the ghost-boy said: *“I didn’t listen.”*

Chidi leaned closer. “Did anything… strange happen to you recently? Dreams, maybe?”

Nnaemeka’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“Please,” Chidi pressed, “anything.”

Finally, Nnaemeka whispered, “I’ve been dreaming of water. Deep, dark water… and voices calling my name. Last night, I couldn’t wake up. It was like I was drowning.”

To be continued....

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