THE EVIL FOREST

CHAPTER 1         "This place is haunted, the ghosts of people who were killed by Imboko are not in peace. They will rest only if someone avenge for them," the old woman told Abednego. "That king uses supernatural powers, there's only one way to destroy him, " she said. Abednego was now curious, he could not believe what he was hearing. Yes, he wanted that king to be killed, he wanted to set his village free from horrendous murder. Innocent people have been killed, the village was in complete frenzy because of Imboko. He was ready to do anything to bring that village into total freedom, to liberate it from the cruel claws of Imboko. "Yes, tell me," he asked the old lady. "I'am willing to kill that king. I will avenge for the innocent souls," he went on. Mrs. Matendechere was a woman who knew much about the evil spirits in Igodo forest. She told Abednego that it will b

CHAPTER 4   Later he heard a loud eerie cry that understandably scared him. Headless people, junkies, drifter, hobos. For some weird reason, he always had a pathological fear of ending up like these people. Maybe it was ignorance. These types always seemed naturally repellent magic. Instead of repulsion and fear, he now felt a completely different emotion towards them: jealousy. Some of them might have been mental, granted, but some of them just didn’t care.   They lived life on their own terms, not like humans, not society’s. Theirs. Imboko subjected them to that kind of life, torture that caused their spirit to be restless. Abednego took advantage of them being in a cage and started researching about their characters his brain soaking up every bit of information it found. They would sometimes kill each other in that cage by stabbing, or just pushing one another and hitting hard on the metal cage. They were acting in a very

CHAPTER 6   He stood up now, glanced at it but it vanished into a thin layer of smoke. A horrible scene he has never seen. He took off his skin clothe and threw it in the corner with his backpack. His body pulsed with this unfettered freedom. For the first time in his life, he was happy to note that the figure didn't see him. He must have stood there for what felt like hours, his skin growing taut with the cold. He drank in every image that nature had to offer.   As ecstatic as he was, he was growing exhausted. Crasher had told him that the whipping wind would suck the life out of him. He now fully believed him. He carefully moved to the corner again with his backpack. He drank heavily from the jug and put his skin court on. He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.   The positivity of his experience while he was awake hadn’t translated to his slumber. His dreams were plagued by all the horrors he

CHAPTER 8   She sunk her teeth into his shoulder, making him yelp in pain. He thrashed as she dug deeper into his shoulder. The sword was to his right. Abednego tried reaching for it while his other hand pulled her hair, trying to rend her off of him. He was able to slip his middle finger around the trigger sword and bash her across the head with the sword.   It shocked her enough that he was able to throw her off. He lifted the sword up, with mighty power he swung it up on her head, but it missed her, sailing out of the open door of the house into the darkness. She threw herself at Abednego's legs, still screaming, and brought him to the ground. He hit her across the shoulders and upper back with the sword and kicked her off again. She was too fast for him. If he was going to have a chance at life, he had to make a decision. He looked out the door of the house and saw pool of water from the rain in the distance. He lunged o

CHAPTER 10   Abednego can’t fight her. He has to gain courage to run away, this is not the place Matendechere told him, perhaps he is lost. The sun is overtaken by black clouds Abednego a hideous, killing cold sets in. He lay in the middle of the house, steady studying the woman, his limbs severed.   He can only scream. She slopes around the him, like someone fastening bones together, always making sure her eye and Abednego's eyes meet. Her mouth pulls back in a wide smile, laughing. Life will always be a cage. You just have to make sure it’s one you’ve built yourself. She appeared to be saying, "I broke out of my cage, and I don’t have the means to build a new one. So the bones are right here with me and I have to build. Yes, the bones are right here with me."   Abednego racket his brain and sow the only way is to storm out of the house and run for his dear life. He figured the way out. As M