Trapped Part 2

I began to move down the dark passageway. The beam of lights from my blackberry phone shone and its reign was unthreatened by the darkness. Next on the passageway further in was a ladder that went into the ceiling to the right and to the left was a bolted door that

I guessed served as an alternate route that led outside. I still furthered my movements and as I moved, the wooden floor creaked, and my every step seems to weaken the floor as if it would cave in if I didn’t move away from it fast. There were three rooms to the left and right. I tried each of them as I moved and they all locked; with a key probably. I soon began to lose out on hope until tried out the last room by the right; there I struck gold because room was not locked.

I opened the door gently…

I opened my mouth;

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…

I switched on my camera application and had taken three snapshots when I heard a loud bang. Fear suddenly gripped my heart; Mr Kalu must have entered the house!

I moved back towards the front door.From the last room, I could see the front door has been slammed shut. I saw a silhouette casting on the side wall near the front door. It was surely Mr Kalu’s. I tiptoed, my heart exaggerated the creaking of the wooden floor that ensured and my fear was on the increase.

The silhouette was fixed in a position, which was a good thing so I could hide somewhere and later escape when Mr Kalu goes to sleep. But that would not happen as the silhouette began to move. I heard footsteps, and it was coming in my direction! My sixth sense became active as adrenaline jetted from its adrenal gland enclaves to my brains. I suddenly remember there was a ladder just at the beginning of the passage that led to the roof, by the time the footsteps got to my position; I was in a safe haven of the roof.

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The ceiling was damp, thick cobwebs ran course between the wood that held the roofing in numerous circuits. I switched on the torch application on my Blackberry phone and its light beamed into the darkness and a sense of aliveness came into the scene. My hearts began to settle and the vivid images of the last room on the right came into sights. A blood stained torture chair, shelf with many compartment that held so many jars that contained human eyes floating in a liquid which was likely to be formaldehyde because I could perceive its faint smell; school uniforms and bags of different kinds laid in a heap behind the blood stained torture chair in numerous numbers. It was a deduced fact that Mr Kalu was a Kidnapper and an enucleator: one that eats eye of human as delicacy. But here I was trapped in his ceiling; trapped in the ceiling of a cannibal!

I had to call for help; I can’t possibly call as my voice was sure to alert Mr Kalu and I would be dead in a matter of minutes. The key was to send a text message to my parent to call for help. I switched off the torch and looked unto the screen of my phone. Its LED light was already blinking red indicating a message. I opened the message…Oh My God! my subscription had expired thirty minutes ago, and I had no airtime. Now I am truly trapped.

I wasn’t thinking of moving away from the ceiling, I wasn’t ready to die. The voice of my teacher echoes into my ears “You are a young man of seventeen with a lot of untapped potentials and I can’t wait to see the contribution you give to our nation”. Surely the contribution is awaiting trial in the mouth of a cannibal.

I heard a loud noise one ‘o clock from my position. I switched on my torch application and began to move carefully maneuvering between the cobweb wound wood. As I moved some two feet from my initial position, I saw faints lights from an opening in the ceiling; it must be the sitting room. I was careful not to allow the beams from my torch to penetrate through the opening. I peeped holding a roof support as a pivot. There I saw him Mr Kalu.

He was about six feet tall; he must be fair skinned as the candle lights cast shadow preventing me to tell his colour accurately. His athletic physique resembled that of my father, his egg shaped head too, and he also has a slight limp in the right leg like my father. A new thoughts governed my heart, was he my dad?

I peeped further; I was in glare view from the ceiling.

A ceiling broke in; it was mine, in a minute I was failing down thought the open space to where Mr Kalu was. I landed on a cushion. Mr Kalu was surprised by my intrude entry. He found a knife and raised it up to slay me.
I gasped for breath… That was just my thoughts

Mr Kalu moved from the sitting room and went down the passage till I lost sight of him. I could hear his footsteps as he disappeared into the darkness of the passage. He stamped with force on the floor that the wooden floor creaked loudly. He soon opened a door; I guessed it was the last room by the right because I couldn’t hear him opening a lock. I didn’t know what to do next, my brains were jammed and I wasn’t for some seconds thinking. It was crippled with fear. Screams from below awoke me from my slumber; inevitably it came from the last room by the right. I could feel my heart pulsating against its prison walls of the ribs. The thoughts suddenly came to me. I could escape!

I dropped almost noiselessly down from the opening into the sitting room. The intensity of the screams was high now. I could easily figure out it was the scream of a helpless child, but I couldn’t go to help him/her, my own life was at risk also. The best I could do was to get out and call for help from the outside. With the aid of my torch, I carefully moved to the front door. Oh My God, it was closed, with padlock! I tried the windows, but it also a no way out as it has a burglary proof attached to it. Now this time, I am really trapped.

I turned to self-defense. I knew a little of taekwondo. I was going to use the element of surprise on Mr Kalu. I took the small crow bar which was on the webbed dining table. Stealthily I began to move down to the enemy like a Navy seal ready to execute a recon mission. The wooden floor creaked slowly as I moved on it. The sound was minimal and I was rest assured that it wouldn’t alert my enemy. The scream was reducing; the victim must have succumbed to fate. I was at the door. I peeped… Oh My God; the sight isn’t describable with words!

There was a girl of about six years old stripped of her dressing, her face was blunt and void of life. Blood oozed from her chest. Her breast had being cut, her arms were also missing. Mr Kalu backed me and I couldn’t see her again. The strength that was seconds ago revving in my bloodstream was immediately replaced my trepidation. I shrieked continuously; this was surely a dead end.

Mr Kalu turned and moved towards the door, I slowly ran through the passage and climbed the ladder unto the roof. The door opened; there was no sign of me being pursed as I heard no forceful footsteps. Satisfied, I breathed out as a sign of relief. All was silent at first, and then I heard Mr Kalu’s voice.

“I see you Mister; and am sure you are the next”

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