Mr Teacher

Episode 20

My mother began to wail and call our to neighbours but it was too late now, I couldn’t be saved. I was buried the that evening and the priest who had destroyed my life officiated my burial rites. I was angry even at death. Three months later, I still couldn’t pass on to the other side because of my anger. I had so much bitterness in me that the angel refused me entry, so I went back. I started by appearing to the priests in several praises and shocking him. Even in the middle of a sermon, he would scream and run away anytime he saw me and the congregation were perplexed. One Sunday, I compelled him to confess his sins to the church, after he did, I gave him a hard resounding slap and he immediately became mad and tore his garments and ran out of the church before he could be overpowered. As for my mother, I gave her a leg sore that would never heal until my bitterness drains from me. I moved down here to start a new life where no one knew me and yet, you are no different from the priest!” She spat bitterly as she glowered at me.

I got on my knees now, placed my palms together and began to plead for mercy. I had actually overstepped my bounds this time and my yearning for teenage virgins had landed me in serious trouble with a bitter ghost. “Please, I beg of you. Forgive me. Please Leah. I never knew that you were a ghost! Please spare my life! I promise that I’ll change. This is not my doing at all. I was also used by an older girl. Please, forgive me Leah! I’ll change! I give you my word!”
She shook her head slowly and smiled wickedly. “I won’t kill you but I won’t let you get away with this either. People like you deserve to be taught a lesson they will never forget in a hurry!” Just then, she tapped the wall and several teenage girls began to step out of the wall. They were over a hundred crammed in my room, I needed no prophecy to know that they were ghosts and I trembled at the sight of them.

“Who are they?” My lips quivered as I flattened my back against the wall in terror, looking for an escape route but they had gathered around my bed.

“They are girls like me.” Leah answered. “Girls who were sexually abused me by relatives, strangers, teachers and so many more wicked men. They died terribly and have been roaming the earth just like me seeking revenge. Everyone of them will give you a taste of her bitterness.”