THE EVIL FOREST

The evil forest

I have heard so much about the evil forest from my students in class. As a city mafia I have never believe in superstition I deem it to be mere lies of the village folks. I never deem it to be true for even once . As a newly posted teacher to the village high school I know nothing about superstition and have no respect for it.

I have lived all my life in the city I could vividly recall Dad and Mom use to tell us there is nothing like ghost, demon or any spirit. It's just lies formulated to scare children by their old folks which had been passed on from generation to generation and is now perceive to be true by others.

The headmaster have always warned me to stop closing late from school and passing through the evil forest which intermediate the village and the school. But I paid no heed to his cautions,"how can a whole headmaster be decieve by peasant villagers to believe in superstition?"I asked myself. He is just a coward I told myself.

One faithful evening after conducting extra classes for some students. I was about two hours late than my usual lateness. But I have to go back to my resident in the village. I grabbed my bicycle an old scanadavian bike and set on my way to the village.

Darkness had already approach even before I left the school. On my way, my bicycle suddenly became heavy as if I carry a huge load on my carrier. I stopped and looked but the carrier was empty. But I never mind I switched on my MP3 player and started playing some music, to my surprise the music stopped automatically without me stopping it. That's enough indication that the day was a bad day for me but the idea of superstition never come into my mind. I continued riding my bike until I got to the mist of the forest. There I saw one of my students sitting on a huge rock with his head bend and his hands covering his face. The headmaster have told me countless times that some students sneak into the forest to do all sorts of social vices such as smoking which are against the school rules. Probably the boy might be one of them I reckoned.

I grabbed the brakes and parked the bicycle aside and walked straight to the boy. "What are you doing here all alone by this time of the night? your colleagues must be prepping by now and you are here alone". I asked but he didn't respond with his head still bend down and his hands covering his face. I got annoyed and pulled his hands up only for him to raise his head and look at me. I looked at his face and screamed very loud. He have a skeletal face with blood oozing all over his face his teeth were very long and his eyes were red with blood flowing as tears.

I ran back to the school as fast as I can crying for help. Then I saw the school security Man coming to my aid with his lantern he hold me and calmed me down then he asked me what happened. I started to narrate that I saw a boy with horror face on the way. He didn't even let me finish when he asked "do you mean you saw a boy with face like mine?" turning the lantern to his face when I looked my hair stood up. The school security Man had turned to be the boy I saw earlier.

I found my self conscious the next day lying in the village clinic receiving treatment.