THE EVIL BRIDESMAID
CHAPTER SIX
After this new discovery, I felt that there was something Miranda wasn’t telling me. However, I decided to let her be, at least for the time being. My obsession with finding the truth had consumed me so much that I almost forgot about my relationship. Over the weekend, I visited Williams. When I arrived at his house, he greeted me with a kiss on the forehead.
“Hey, babe!” I said.
“Hey, sweetie. How are you?” he asked, his face showing frustration.
“Why’s my baby sad?” I teased, pulling him closer to me.
“Hahaha. You know, you don’t have to be too cheesy with me,” he replied, his expression lightening up.
“Yeah, that’s more like it. Keep the smile coming. You were beginning to look like a gorilla.” We both laughed.
I was shocked when he told me that he also wanted to get to the bottom of the situation.
“Babe, my mom and sister died on the same day. Isn’t that witchcraft? Even the girl who committed the crime claims she didn’t do it.”
“Come on! I don’t want you getting yourself into trouble. Besides, how do you intend to carry this out?”
“I’m going to meet my friend who knows a Dream Reader.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Very certain, babe. I feel like my mom and sister’s spirits won’t rest in peace. Last night, I dreamt of my sister locked up in a dark room. She was constantly crying, as if someone was beating her. And my mom was outside that same room, begging for someone to open the door.”
“Hmm, that’s really serious. Since when did you start having dreams like this?”
“Since last week. I haven’t been able to rest. The more I try to ignore it, the louder my sister’s screams become.”
The next day, I accompanied him to see his friend who would take us to the Dream Reader. As we rode in the car, Willy tried to break the awkward silence.
“Don’t you guys think life is so unfair?” he asked.
“Yeah, it is,” I replied.
“Today you know someone, and tomorrow they’re no longer there. I don’t know how strong you are, my friend, but if I were in your shoes, I would have surely fallen into deep depression.”
“I know, right? It’s life, my brother. We need to move on for their sake.”
A few hours later, we arrived at a compound with mud and grass roofing. An old man sat in front of the compound. Willy’s friend greeted him and gifted him something, shielding it from our view. We parked our car and continued on foot.
Our journey on foot led us to a small hut. The door was open, yet no one was around. Willy’s friend disappeared briefly and returned with a tattered black man. He wore ordinary clothes and carried a traditional bag.
“Good day, sir,” Willy greeted the man.
“Good day, sir,” I added.
“Good day, my children,” the man replied calmly. He placed a long bench under a tree and invited us to sit. After arranging a mat on the floor, he took out stones and sticks from his bag, casting them onto the mat as if inviting his gods.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, looking at Willy.
“Well, sir,” Willy cleared his throat. “My mom and sibling recently passed away. I was hoping you could help me…”
“I know what happened to your parents, young man. My question is, what can I do for you now?”
“To help me interpret my dream. It has been constantly disturbing me. Each time I sleep, all I hear is my sister screaming, as if someone is beating her. And my mom keeps calling me, as if she’s back home.”
“Calling you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s the atmosphere in these dreams? Describe your mom’s facial expression and what she’s doing.”
“She points to a door and stares at me expressionlessly. The environment is gloomy and dark.”
The old man picked up stones, cowries, and sticks, casting them up and down. After repeating the exercise three times, he began to speak.
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TO BE CONTINUUED
