[STORY] THE MYSTERIOUS PRAYER ROOM (Episode 01)

THE MYSTERIOUS PRAYER ROOM

Episode 01.

My name is Adel Iyanu Bright. I am 15yrs old. Well, I will clock 16yrs in two weeks.

Have you heard of the literary term “to be born with a silver spoon in one’s mouth”? Mine, was more than a silver spoon. I was born with a golden spoon.

Yes! You guessed right. My dad was a very influential man. He is considered to be one of the richest men in the country. He is a billionaire.

My parents had me late into their marriage. According to mum, I was their “miracle baby”. I came to wipe their tears after several years of waiting and series of miscarriages. At some point, the doctors advised my parents to opt for an adoption but mum was still hopeful. Today, here I am; the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Donald Bright.

Growing up was very rosy for me. As an only child, my parents ensured I got the best of everything; the best education, designers clothes/accessories, nutritional food, best health care and a very fat bank account.
I also have my personal car. Although, I have a chauffeur as I haven’t attained the age of owning a driver’s license.

In a nutshell, life has been very good. I had no complaints. But then, there’s something about my home which seemed bizarre.

On several occasions, I felt an aura around me and there’s always a very strong stench oozing from the prayer room.

The prayer room is situated at the end of the hallway in the ‘presidential wing’ of my home. The presidential wing constitutes my room, my parents’ rooms and several other empty rooms. We also had the servants wing and security quarters. Our house was a mansion.

I usually wonder why it is called a prayer room. I can’t remember my family having any prayers there. As a matter of fact, the room is always locked.

Initially, when I told my parents about the stench, they said it was the smell of incense from the prayer room and probably I was hallucinating about the strange presence around me. I accepted and for a while, it stopped.

On the eve of my 16th birthday, the strange presence and nauseating stench returned. I couldn’t take it anymore, I decided to trace the odour. I sneaked into my parents’ room and got the key to the prayer room. They had warned me never to go there but curiosity got the better part of me. Besides, I was no longer comfortable with the offensive odour.

I waited till everyone had retired to bed. After which I opened the prayer room and got in. The odour was even more repulsive and immediately, I vomited.

I turned on the lights in the room as it was dark. Then, I stood there in shock. I was about screaming, when I felt a firm grip on my mouth after which I passed out.

To be continued… . . .

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