Tye’s tribbette song blasted in my ear as I was writing my story on paper. My head was becoming hot. I needed rest after writing for two hours non-stop.
Suddenly, I heard a loud noise. I hurriedly unplugged the earpiece from my ear. Someone was knocking. Who could be knocking? The school was on holiday. There was no way anybody could come visiting at this time. I had no friend. Just acquintances.
‘ Yes. Who is there?’
‘ Good afternoon’, a lady called. My eyes almost entered my head as I tried to figure who the lady was. I shook my head and opened the door. I was surprised by the beauty of this lady. She had a bottle in her hand. A bag hanged across her body. My heart pounded. I knew this lady. But I didn’t know where.
‘ Good afternoon…’ I said as I looked at her.
She sized me up and pushed her way past me.
‘ What is this?’ I said after I had regained a little confidence.
‘ So, this is you?’
‘ Me… What are you talking about?’
She laughed, threw her head back and drank from her bottle. My breathe stopped. I know this lady. I have seen her somewhere.
‘ You know who I am. Don’t you?’
I shook my head.
‘ Oh God. Are you telling you are so dumb?’
‘ Lady. If you don’t leave this room, I will be forced to forcefully evict you’.
She paused. A bright smile covered her face. ‘ You even look more like Bidemi, only that he is fairer’.
My heart skipped beats. I know only two Bidemi. One from our church. The other from my story.
‘ Which Bidemi?’
‘ Bidemi Adeoti of course’.
‘ Are you for real?’ I whispered, stunned.
‘ Don’t you recognise my bottle of coffee’.
I stopped breathing.
‘ My bag of weapons’, she said gracefully and start revealing the deadly weapons in her bag.
‘ That’s impossible’.
‘ What is impossible? I don’t know what to say. Just make sure Bidemi do not wake from the slumber’.
‘ What are you talking about?’
‘ Yes, I’ve read your story. And I know he will wake in June.’
‘ If you are truly Racheal, how did you get here?’
She laughed mockingly.
‘ A powerful witch made all the fictional characters in the world become real’.
‘ But that’s impossible’.
‘ I don’t know what’s impossible’
‘ How…How..Did you find me?’
She smiled. ‘you are my author. You made me good. I can find anything. I’m Racheal. I know everything.’
‘ What do you want?’ My heart was pounding.
‘ My initial plan was to just see you. But now, I want to see how you can send us back to our childhood. I don’t want to be the one kidnapped. I want it to be Grace. So, I will find her’.
‘ But that’s impossible’.
‘ Very possible.’ She said and brought out her gun from the bag and pointed it at my head. ‘ You know I don’t miss’.
‘ How do I know it has worked?’
‘ When you post it online. The witch can only read it online’.