LETTER FROM THE DEAD

LETTER FROM THE DEAD

EPISODE ONE (1)

"Why are you always late Mr. Moses?" Mrs. Allen asked as Moses walked into the lecture hall.

That was the third time in a week that the young man will be disrupting a class by Mrs. Allen.

The professor looked at him sternly and signaled for him to move out as she turned her attention back to the class, she walked closer to her computer system in a bid to continue her teaching.

She noticed Moses standing still with an expression that proves he was sorry for his persistent late coming

She raised an eye at him as a warning, that was the third time she will giving him that warning.

As he walked into the class, she noticed his rough hair and his rumbled shirt, he was putting on a pair of trousers that were just too afraid to make contact with the ground.

"Why are you always late?" Wayne asked as he watched his friend take his seat beside him.

These two has been friends and closest companion since they started Stan ford and Wayne was one of the less surprised persons in the world concerning his friend's sudden interest in ghosts.

"Slept in the library again?" he continued.

"Focus on the class buddy" Moses replied bring out his books.

He battled with his oversized cloth as he tried getting the big neck of his 'polo top' to fit around his seemingly skinning neck.

"The lost girl is back" Moses said loudly as he turned backwards and forward as if looking for someone.

"And why is she crying and sitting alone at the last row?" He added as he inscribed something on his note.

He turned backward again, he observed the young lady sitting alone at the extreme, he was baffle, she never does that, she was always at the front sit, and it seemed to him as thou she was in tears.

"Why is she crying bro" He persisted looking at Wayne who seemed just too focused on the class.

"See bro..." Moses said holding him by the shoulder.

Wayne shrugged lightly as he released himself from his grip.

"Focus on the class bro" He said mockingly.

Moses smiled revealing his complete thirty-two, he has such bright face and an extra ordinary kind of pink lips.

Come to think of it Moses was more of a handsome young man, he had too much of a pink lip for any regular guy with his strong arms and pointed nose ready to deliver any lady in and beyond stand ford to him.

His hair was always kept neat and coyly giving him the best look a guy could ask for.

But the greatest irony in the complicated life of this self-acclaimed atheist is that Moses does not even have time for himself talk less of the ladies.

Apart from being a philosophy student and an atheist bearing a Christian name Moses was surrender with a web of ironic issues.

"See man she is crying" He continued looking back and forward at interval.

"Come on man.... The police haven't given a report on the disappearance of Kyle Spencer" Wayne said looking at the same direction his friend pointed him to earlier.

"There is nobody there bro" He added looking frustrated as he turned his attention back to the class.

There she was sitting with hair rough and tears on her face.

Kyle spencer never sits at the back and Moses was baffled that after her long disappearance, she reappears and clogs to the last sit in the lecture hall.

She seemed distracted from the class with tears on her face showing that she had been crying for quite some time now.

But here was Wayne trying to make him look crazy

'why is everybody trying to make me look crazy" He said giving Wayne a sharp look

"Well I won't be surprised if you go crazy because I'm not the one soaked up in this ghost adventure" Wayne replied laughing while Moses shrugged giving him a hard pat behind his head.

"Both of you get out!" Mrs. Allen shouted from the front where she watched both boys playing like love birds.

"Ohh sorry I was leaving already... I cannot believe this, its unacceptable" she added as she marched out of the lecture hall.

"That makes it the third class you have interrupted and ended" Wayne said looking at Moses disappointed.

"oops" He replied as he swung his bag pack round his shoulder and made for the exit.

"Where are you headed bro"

"Central museum" He replied walking down the hall way

"When was the last time you saw your mum" Wayne added shouting behind him,

"None of your fucking shit business man" Moses replied without stopping

"Try going home man, she called last night"

"And I'm tire of covering up for you "Wayne shouted as Moses continued heading out the hall way taking a curve that led outside.

***

Moses could be seen jumping into the house through the window, that has been his recent routine, this was the only way he could please his demanding step father who has always complained about his persistent late coming.

And jumping through the window was clearly the only way he could please Mr. Manson his stepfather.

He landed hardly on the floor picking himself and his bag up.

He dropped his bag on the reading desk and made for the bed dropping dead on it like a log of wood.

The sound of the old fan swinging tirelessly under his head as if it was about dropping down filled the room.

Moses smiled at himself as his thought got him laughing hard.

"This fan will just drop on me someday" he said smiling at himself.

He walked across the room towards the little fridge at the other end of the room, he opened it and brought out a bottle of water and began to gulp It directly from the bottle.

He clearly was tired, he threw the empty bottle across the room as he stretched himself and made for the reading desk, the sound of the wooden floor creaked following him

The Masons Mansion was a large edifice that stood far from other houses in Santa Clara city of California

The house was built by Mr. Masons his step father who is regarded as the best wood worker in the whole of Santa.

Moses sat quietly by his reading desk as he began to unpack his note

Something fell down, it was a sheet of paper, he looked puzzled as he read out the inscription

"I need your help" he read out as he looked at the note confused, he never remembered writing it so he was looking puzzled turning it forth and back.

He threw it gently under the desk in a bid to continue with his work, he was more concerned about discovering and proving the reality of spirits.

He brought out the new text he just got from the university's library: the existence of existence it was a book on the reality of the spirit realm.

As he made to flip through it the fan became slow instantly while the lights went off, he groaned in frustration as he stood up from his seat to check out the reason why the electricity office had decided to place him through this torture

As he made for the windows, the light was restored, he stopped abstractly and returned to his sit, he sat down and noticed the note on his desk, he watched it surprised, something has been added to the write up

"Please I need your help" he read out looking puzzled, he moved his sit backwards bending over to see if the note was still there under the desk

He remembered dropping it there

He felt a hand touching him from behind, the grip was cold as he froze in fear.

LETTER FROM THE DEAD

EPISODE TWO (2)

"Mum...." He shouted looking scared as he tuned to see his mum placing her hands on his shoulder.

Mary smiled at him crossing her hands round her son's neck creasing him slowly, and smiling.

She moved her hands to his hair in a bid to get him angry,

"Mum the hair" Moses said frustrated.

She knew exactly how to get her son pissed, Moses loved to keep his hair neat as ever.

"Who needs your help?" she asked noticing the note on the desk

"It was Wayne mum... he wrote it during our logic test" replied immediately.

She smiled as she moved towards the bed and sat down,

Moses knew what she wanted, so he moved and sat down with her.

'When did you get back?" she asked calmly holding his hands together with hers, she looked into her son's eyes and she could see a direct replica of Father Aaron.

Like I said before, Moses was surrounded in a life of complex irony. Born to a reverend father was another frustrating revelation he had from his mother at age fifteen.

Mary needed to make a life for her son, she needed him to have something better than the harsh living she had and so met with the parish lords to get support after the death of father Aaron

But none was ready to help her seeking to know the father of her child, they called the child a bastard who deserves no help from God.

She broke the bottle despite her oath to father Aaron never to let anyone know he owned the child.

She had to remarry and that was how Moses found himself in the Manson's mansion since he turned nineteen.

"I got back early mum" he replied forcing out a smile at her.

He knew her conditions and he was not ready to do anything stressing her.

She was clearly the emotional type and was not ready for the stress that Moses brought.

"How early is that early" Mary replied.

Adjusted herself calmly on the bed facing him.

"You made a new hair style" Moses said as he reached out for her ponytail admiring it in a bid to disrupt the issues of his late coming.

"Sally made this new pony tail for me last week" she added nodding her head giving him a disappointing look

"itsssss its actually beautiful... looks good on you" Moses stammered looking away

"I love you son" she said holding his face and turning it towards hers

"Love you more mum" he said weakly

"Now let me see those smile" she said as she smiles at him and tickled him

"stop it mum I'm a man now" he said jumping from the bed

"Man... man of the people" she said mockingly standing up and walking towards the door.

"Now join us for dinner in the next fifteen minutes" she added closing the door behind her.

Moses moved closer to the reading desk as he closed the door from the inside behind his mum.

He picked the sheet of paper from the desk as he made to sit, he used his hands to wipe his face to be sure of what he was seeing, he looked more confused than he was the first time.

The sheet was blank, he held it upside down turning it round but it was blank

He dropped It quietly on the table as he made for the bathroom, he needed to get his head clear

He took water from the sink and washed his face, he looked at his reflection on the mirror, he took another splash of water and applied it on his face and head as he used the hand towel to wipe his face gently.

He opened the door and made for his room and sat quietly on his chair, he picked the note and found it still empty.

He turned his face again in surprise trying to believe he actually saw nothing written there the first time.

But he remembered his mum asking him who wrote him the note.

He sat quietly as he picked the paper up.

"ooooh I think I have to listen to Wayne, I need to take a break he said resting back on his executive chair rolling it round.

That was when he saw her

Kyle Spencer was standing there close to door, he jumped off from his chair immediately and made for the window in fear

"What are you doing here!" he shouted finding his voice.

"How did you even get inside my room!" he continued trying to hide his fear

"Well not bad for a psycho" she said as she moved slowly round the room making her way to the neatly tucked bed.

"Seriously?... I'm the psycho?" Moses asked visibly angry as he found his legs working again.

He moved towards the chair as he observed her closely.

"as far as I can remember I'm not the one that ran from home placing my whole family and friends in trauma" he said aggressively

"Well I'm not the one crazy about ghosts and distancing myself from family and friends" she fired back immediately

This was more like a battle of words between two aggrieved souls.

"When last did you see your mum Kyle" Moses continued

"I know you ran out with a guy" he added harshly

she was quiet, she smiled at him and scanned the whole room with her eyes and fell back to him.

"wait how did you get here" Moses continued after the long silence

"How did you get the door open?" he continued looking puzzled

"Helooooo I remembered locking the door" he continued.

Moses kept quiet as he observed her, he has known Kyle spencer for more than two years, she was the bet student in their class since their first year

It was not possible that she had left home with a man that was never the kind of lady Kyle was, she was well presentable and a fine young woman.

Instantly, as Moses drew closer to her, he froze in disbelief, his eyes grew wide in a mixture of awe and terror, reality began to dawn before him, the odds were against him here because there was no way she could have gained entrance.

As he watched her intently, a profound sense of melancholy washed over him

She exuded an aura of sorrow bearing the weight of a prematurely extinguished existence placing her in an eternal state of unrest.

Thou she remained quiet but her presence conveyed a profound message of help in an unfinished business, beads of sweat gather on his fore head as Moses felt a sense of guilt about his former statement

He remembered seeing her in class today alone at the back sit

"What could be wrong with her? what happened to her? Why the sudden disappearance?" he asked himself standing far

He noticed the stains on her hair and cloth, the cloth looked rumbled and dirty, he noticed the scares on her body as if one who just survived a fight, it was clear that she was recently engaged in a struggle.

"what are you and how did you get here Kyle" he found his voice

"Like this" she said as she stood up and walked through the wall before his eyes

"Ahhhh!" Moses shouted as he jumped from himself in fear....

LETTERS FROM THE DEAD

EPISODE THREE (3)

"Eat son" Mr. Manson said smiling at Moses who sat opposite him on the dining table.

The dining table is fine wooden word carved into life by Mr. Manson himself, on the center was a nice flower vast and different plates scattered round. The dining tables hosted the five of them, Mr. Manson, his wife, his twin daughters and Moses.

Moses smiled back at his step father as he tried to take a spoonful of cereal into his mouth but ended up shattering it on the table.

"what's wrong with you boy" Mr. Manson shouted looking pissed at Moses as he watched him trying to clear the mess.

The young man was clearly passing through more than his small mind could actually bear, his hands shook and his body vibrated.

What he just saw was not something he has ever seen before, he was dead in shock and was trying to put his body under subjection

"What's going on with you lately man" Mr. Manson continued

"You seemed a little distant from us lately brother" That was Nelly one of the twins.

"I think it's his recent obsession with ghost stories that's getting into his head" Sally continued from where her twin sister ended.

"If anything is going on son please relate all with us we are more willing to help than you think" Mary added turning to Moses who sat quietly beside her.

His eyes were already watery with his face down the table.

"Jesus I always ready to help you son" Marry added

"Jesus?... did you just say Jesus?" Moses answered arrogantly as he pushed his sit backwards standing up from the chair and hitting the dining table heavily.

"Where was Jesus when I lost my dad?" Moses thundered.

"Where was he when her sickness entered the next stage?" he continued pointing at his Mum who was already soaked in tears.

"You know what... just let me be" he concluded and marched out of the dining room aggressively.

The young man was clearly in pain, finding out that his parish priest was his dad at age fifteen was the starting point of all the irony that surrounded his little existence, and having to have a father and keeping the information secret was another thing he had to grow up with.

Losing him at nineteen was the next cord and having a cancer stricken mother was the next frustration he had to deal with.

Life was never designed to give you what you want but virtually only that which you demand. Here he was moving in a circle of some of the most traumatizing situations that life can deliver.

"let him be" Mr. Manson said holding Mary back as she tried following her son

Mr. Manson got up from his sit slowly as he made for Moses room.

***

Mr. Manson closed the door slowly behind him as he looked into the room slowly, he stopped and sat quietly on the bed as if trying to be unnoticed by Moses who rested his head on the reading table crying slowly.

"Its ook...kay son" Mr. Manson stammered as he ran his hands through his empty bald head.

For a man of his age, running into his mid-sixties, Mr. Manson still looked like one that just entered forty, apart from those beards that were already turning white, he had such firm masculine build up, with strong arms and physique which were a direct result of the strong wood work.

"I know have nor really been much of a father" he said slowly stopping to roll his eyes round the room.

He was impressed with what Moses had made of the room, this was his late wife former residence, he took noticed of the painting of great philosophers and scholars on the wall, and he seems to be less surprised now on why Moses won the scholarship to stand ford with just one trial, something his girls tried twice

A private institution like stand ford really had the bet brains in its collection and Moses happened to be one of them.

Mr. mason's eyes sopped as it saw one picture hanged at the end of the room, he got up from the bed as he walked closer and dropped it, he blew the dusts from the surface as he held it and creased it slowly.

"You kept this?" he asked observing the picture of his late wife

"Realized I have two mothers since I have no father "Moses said turning his face towards the window.

"I know have really failed you son"

"you know, I only know how to care for ladies, she left me with two for goodness sake" Mr. Manson said laughing

Moses smiled lightly as he turned towards the old man.

"You did a good job on them" Moses said as he smiled at his step father.

"I want you to give me a chance son, and let me pro..."

Before Mr. Manson could finish his present statement, Moses jacked him in a tight embrace as he began to weep lightly on his shoulder.

"Love you dad" he said as he held the old man tight.

***

"have never seen you cry before"

"Jesus!" Moses shouted in fear

He turned sharply and say Kyle sitting on the bed

He closed the door slowly and pressed himself closely to the wall in fear.

The memory of her walking through the wall was still fresh on his mind.

Here he was thinking everything has ended but yet he is still having her in his head

"You are in my head" he said as he moved two steps forward

"I think I have to listen to Wayne... I need to give myself a break before I run mad here" he added pacing round.

"Have never seen an atheist call Jesus before" Kyle said smiling.

"Are you sure you're an atheist or you are just venting your anger on your religion"

He stopped and closed his eyes and closed his hands trying to meditate, the distraction from her loud laughter was what interrupted his meditation.

"Sorry" she said laughing and closing her mouth

"Sorry for interrupting your mediation" she added trying to look serious

"You are just in my head" Moses said as he began to walk towards her

He stood in front of her and observed her closely to know if everything was real, he needed a very direct confirmation about the person standing before him

"Is this Kyle Spencer?" his mind said to him

"Touch her" his mind said quietly temping him.

H stretched forth his hands and watched as his hands moved through, in between her body as if she was thine air

He fainted the instant.!