The vampire, Wilkes Milton, was partially carried—in the middle, with one of his arms around Harold's sweaty neck, and the other wrapped the way an anaconda will encircle a prey before devouring, around Trisha, who was greatly disturbed with thoughts of Catherine who had ‘disappeared into thin air’ and left no clues or trails or hints that she'd ever existed.
They hobbled and staggered out of the swimming vicinity like soldiers who had just fought—and won a war for their motherland and were returning back to their families bruised and in dire need of medical attention.
The trio were tired. Exhausted, to be precise. And dazed, too. They'd each had more than their fair share of mind boggling ‘adventures’.
After ten long minutes which was made more difficult by the dimness that had cloaked Golden Lake University, they got to the fountain the ‘tour guide’ had shown to them on their first day. The fountain which attracted the attention
Harold put one feet on a wooden cabinet that wasn't more than two metres tall and tied his sneakers' shoelace. He dropped the leg, put the other on the same cabinet and repeated the same action as he'd done the first time.As he stood up with a sigh escaping his pink lips, he smartened out his shirt which was crisscrossed with diverse dyes, by tugging it downwards on its hem for the umpteenth time. That was when Wilkes came out of the bathroom with a white towel round his waist and shampoo and water matting down his long, jet black hair.“Still meeting at the cafeteria at 12 PM, yeah?” Wilkes asked to ascertain what they'd arranged before he went into the bathroom. His abdominal muscle glistened as droplets of water skidded down his frame before being soaked by the towel.“Yeah. Trisha will be there, too. I know you barely remember what she looks like but she helped you, still, and deserves to hear what I have to say. I got her num’er la
*THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY STRONG BROTHERS AND SISTERS FROM THE DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO FOR SURVIVING THE HARDSHIPS THEY'VE HAD TO ENDURE FOR CENTURIES IN SILENCE. MAY THE LORD HEAL YOUR LAND SOONEST, AMEN.*#CongoIsBleedingHarold Girard's brown pupils surveyed the thoroughly illuminated aisle—that possessed a cream-coloured filter enhanced by the bulbs that shone a milky radiance—from above, for an hint on who could have dropped the ‘letter’ in his bag.He sensed his heart pumping blood more than it ever had, and he felt the red liquid that trickled through his veins and arteries at a frenzied tempo, flow to his knuckles, and palms, and brain as well, as one hand held the crisp, white paper whose contents had spun his life around in mere seconds.His other hand weakly gripped his reddish-brown bag as his eyes switched from one student to another for whoever seemed most likely to have played the ‘prank’ on him.&nb
Harold Girard, Trisha McLeon, and Wilkes Milton were still gathered together in the lunchroom; like a litter of pups nuzzling each other—and their mother. They debated and gave oral reviews of the letter Harold had read out to them quietly for the umpteenth time— undauntedly, even as his voice got drowned several times in the cacophonies that rose from other students; like a sea wave washing over a ship set on sail.It made absolutely no sense to any of them and even Trisha who had a knack for history—and was very much smarter than the other two, couldn't decode what the puzzling letter was warning Harold about. To the best of her knowledge, it was more of a threat than a warning, and for Harold who hadn't spent up to a week in the school, that wasn't a good thing.When they'd almost spent almost all of their break time discussing the letter that had seemingly stolen the shine and attention off the main theme the
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES WHICH LIKE EVERY OTHER PART OF THIS BOOK, WILL BE WRITTEN IN DETAILS. THIS MIGHT NOT GO WELL WITH SOME PEOPLE AND THAT'S WHY I'M SAYING IT HERE—AS A WARNING. FOR THOSE WHO AREN'T COMFORTABLE READING STUFFS LIKE THAT, I'LL BE WARNING Y'ALL BEFORE IT STARTS AND WHEN IT ENDS SO THAT YOU CAN SKIP IT.It was Saturday—the first weekend after a long, intense week of too many lectures that spanned for five days. Slowly but quite steadily, the new students of Golden Lake University veered from one group of friends to others, broke apart; the same way the continents had split and drifted away from each other ages ago, and formed—and were still forming, too, cliques based on identical interests and selfsame dislikes. One of the ‘groups’ that had managed to survive the first week perhaps because they were fettered by something thicker than mere passions or a common disgust and hatred, was that of Harold, Trisha and Wi
Trisha clicked the library's door shut behind her which caused the muffles and grunts that had come from the library's interior to decrease to the same grade it had been on when she was about going in. She sighed wearily as she walked away from the door—and messy noises of pleasure.It was still early in the morning and the sun was just soaring over the firs and towards the peaceful blue of the clouds—and gliding birds, as it dispersed its warmth on Golden Lake University, but Trisha was as tired as a mountaineer who had scrambled her way up Mount Everest and Kilimanjaro in a day. It wasn't the episode that had played before her retina minutes ago that caused her to be fatigued. It was a compilation of all the events that had happened since she'd gotten to Golden Lake; Wilkes attempted murder. Catherine's disappearance. The Underground Cavern. Harold's letter. Francis Journal. Mrs. Perry's ...They were all taking thei
Harold's sneakers touched the earth of the underground cavern with a mild thump that echoed through the cave as he jumped off the second-to-the-last step of the ladder. Trisha dropped down seconds later and after her came Wilkes who had his flashlight clasped between his white teeth as he sunk lower; his fingers hugging the ladder as he did.“I daresay this place is more odd than you made me think it was, Harold,” Trisha said as she shawled her arms round herself to generate—and conserve body heat. She swung her torch around in bewilderment and for a split second, the white light that emitted from her torch landed on the cave's roof which was garnished with shrewd stalactites.Harold hadn't been able to see much the last time he was there because of the darkness that sheathed the cave so he was just as naive about the cave as the other two were.He turned on his flashlight and its magnificent beam diffused and was only restri
*THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE (AND PERHAPS, HORROR). I FEEL IT IS IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE THAT WANTS TO ENJOY THIS BOOK TO READ THAT PART, SO HERE Y'ALL GO...*When the trio turned around to run up the ladder to escape the horrid howls that echoed louder and louder with each passing second in the dreary tunnel, Wilkes was at the front; a victim of circumstance, Trisha was pressed in the middle and behind her was Harold who was hastening behind them as fast as his legs could work.They panted as they sped down the strange cavern but didn't stop for a split second. Their faint flashlights swayed left and right—in their pallid hands with a beam as faint as that of a faraway lighthouse. They needed no diviner or soothsayer to tell them that they'll all be completely off in a matter of minutes.“Turn off your torches!” Wilkes shouted. His voice echoed in
Trisha bent her head over her knees and let her hair fall over her face as she sighed in relief. The peace that washed over her and soothed her every atom as the shadows began to sink deeper into the cavern was short lived when she thought of Harold—and what had become of him.She stood up with all the strength she could muster when she was convinced that they had all gone, pushed her wand into her cardigan, flicked on her almost useless flashlight and jogged to where Harold's numb body was. As she dropped down on her knees while shining the flashlight's beam on his thigh which was way too white—almost silvery, Wilkes appeared beside her but she didn't flinch. Her eyes were fixed on the blood-drenched trouser he had on.“We need to get out of here,” he whispered, not wanting to attract the shadows again as he knelt on Harold's other side. “I have a feeling they'll be back soon.”“H
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It was the end of a session and although Harold and Wilkes especially had been to a rough start, things got a lot better after the contest and as they stood in their room, getting ready to go home for the holiday, for the first time since they had gotten to the school, they felt and behaved like other students.“Who is coming to take you home?” Harold asked Wilkes as he eyes lazily landed on the messy heap of cloth that were in his bag. There was no way he was going to take his time rearranging them. No, that was too much stress.“I'm not very sure,” Wilkes answered as his eyes scanned the room for any of his belongings he might have missed. The room was pretty empty compared to how it had been two hours ago. Even the bulb that shone a dark light had been taken from its socket. “I mean, it is either my aunt or her husband; my uncle, or them both.” He sighed as he looked back at his huge travelling bag that was on his bed. “I don't think it mat
For the first time since the new intakes had been in Golden Lake University, rain fell.It was on a Friday and most of the semester had gone. Things had gone back to normal or at least, almost had.Sarah returned back to her park after being told all what happened by Harold. She promised not to tell anyone anything but deep down, Harold knew it was only a matter of weeks - a month or two, if lucky - before she told someone all she had been told. All the same, they did tell her everything. She deserved to know the truth.Derek, too, was back to his old self: lively, goofy and weird and with him was the love of his life, Penelope, who acted like the perfect housewife who without doubt, she was going to be. She seemed content that way.Although Wilkes never and probably never will admit it, the couple - Derek and Penelope - made him jealous. One of the reasons he had been excited to resume in Golden
"What does this mean?" Wilkes asked as he, too, bent his neck over the sheet of paper.Harold read the words again. Just like in the first letter he had gotten, this, too, was warning him of something in the most confusing way possible."I don't know," he replied. "But I do know that this is from professor Ericson. He must have written it before he died. You know, expected us to search his room when he was gone.""That's unlikely," Wilkes said dryly. "It most likely is to someone who knows of its existence behind the clock and that person definitely isn't you - or me. Besides, how are you so certain it is from professor Ericson?""The handwriting. They're... similar. Don't you see it?""I don't. At all." He sighed then continued, "we'll compare the handwriting of this paper and the one from the letter we are certain he handed to you together when all of these is over.""Yes, seems l
Harold and Wilkes waited in professor Ericson's office, doing nothing.When the party were first in the cavern, their footsteps reached up above where Harold was but after roughly a minute, there was nothing to tell that those that had gone down there existed.“Do you have any reasons why you wanted is to come here?” Wilkes asked when it was just the both of them in (Late) professor Ericson's office. Harold almost always had a plan. He knew that.Harold looked around the room like it was his first time being in it.“No,” he said. “I just wanted us to be here when they went down there.”Wilkes looked puzzled. That didn't seem like Harold.“But now that we're here,” Harold continued, oblivious of Wilkes confusion, “why don't we just look around for whatever we can find.”He paused for a while and looked at Wilkes before continuing, “we never know what we might f
Derek woke up with a series of cough.Penelope sprung out of the bed she was sat in and went to his side.“Are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her fingers around his arm. He was a lot thinner than he had been in the past.He fell silent for some seconds, “yes, I am okay,” he said, “how're you, too?” he asked, putting his other hand on hers which were on his arm.“I've never felt more alive than I am feeling right now,” she said.Derek chuckled, “that's good.”By then, Brie was also by his side but watched the both of them silently. Trisha sat in the position Penelope was in before, fiddling with her phone.Derek sat up and opened his eyes. He looked to his left and saw Sarah on the bed with him then he turned to look at Penelope, then Brie.“Thank you…” he said to Brie. “…for everything.” There was a short pause. “When you saw us down the
Trisha paced from left to right of Harold and Wilkes small room. It was either she was no longer aware of the presence of Brie and Penelope or she just wasn't bothered by their presence. The latter seemed the most feasible option."I'll have to call my dad this very moment," she said to no one in particular. She seemed to be talking to herself and the next second, her phone was in her hand, placing a call to reach her father.She brought the phone to her ear and waited. After what seemed like ages to the two females watching her, she breath in and out deeply, and began to speak."Hello, father," she started. There was a pause from her side because her father was talking. It went on and on and on but Trisha understood why. He hadn't spoken to his daughter in over a week and was worried something awful must have happened to her."Why didn't you pick your calls?" he asked. His voice was a lot louder than befo
Harold and Wilkes picked up pace as they ran back to Dr. Alvin Clarks's office. Their sneakers marched on the tuffs of grass and on the cemented pavement, too, but they didn't bother as they huffed and puffed. The breeze as they moved blew against their faces but that, too, didn't stop them. They had to get to Dr. Clark before he and the others left.When they got to the entrance of the building, they stopped running and walked in.The receptionist recognised them and gave them a small nod telling them to proceed with the reason they were there.The both of them acknowledged her nod and went to the elevator. They got in it and a few seconds later, they were on the top floor.They both walked down the absolutely beautiful but empty and very silent corridor slowly. They loved as their sneakers sunk into the red carpet the spread everywhere. They turned right and continued walking.“Do you think
Brie closed the door behind her with her leg. It made a loud snap that caused Derek to let out a soft moan as the sound wave caused his eardrum to tremble. She had the pizza box Penelope had asked for in her hand.“I didn't know which ones you like over the other so I went with good old Pepperoni.”Penelope's nose wiggled like a mouse's. “It isn't my favourite,” she started, “but isn't my worst either. Thank you,” she said as she got the box out of Brie's hands.She put it on the bed and walked to Derek' side. She knelt beside his bed but Brie peered down on him from above.“He's conscious already,” Penelope said, sounding like a small child who had just gotten a gift. She was talking to Brie.“Oh, has he?” Brie said, kneeling, too. “I can't handle it much any longer.”“Handle what?” Penelope asked, looking to her right, at Brie.“His sister, she has been dead worri