This write-up is the 3rd and the final edition of my previous writings titled "The Unseen Someone".
I have no words to describe how it feels to actually encounter a person who is dead. My cousin Elvis took me to our family bungalow during the day time. He oriented the layout of the bungalow to me. I was ready with my cane and Holy Bible. I had no clue what was about to happen, but I couldn't wait anymore. The darkness fell as Elvis and I were talking to each other. Suddenly, we heard a creak at the end of the corridor. I was very excited and ran towards the noise using my cane. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to carry my bible along with me. Elvis couldn't catch up with my pace as everything over there was dark and it had become difficult for him to navigate.
I reached the end of the corridor and found nothing, at least that's what I thought. Suddenly, the room temperature just fell. I felt as though someone was standing behind me and breathing hard on my shoulder. I turned behind and forwarded my hands to feel if there was someone standing there. There was nobody, but the breathing didn't stop and this time it was directly on my face.
Elvis reached there with his mobile flashlight and he asked me if everything was okay. I asked him if he could see anyone standing in front of me. He replied "no" and all of a sudden he sounded worried. He said that my face looked very pale as though I've gone white. I touched my face and felt that it was ice cold. I walked forward towards my cousin and I could literally feel the coldness leave my body in a second.
Before I could speak anything further, my feet were involuntarily pulled towards Clayton's room which was on the right side of the corridor. I was about to enter his room when Elvis pulled my hand and asked me if I was sure of what I was doing. I nodded my head as a gesture to tell him that I really wanted to do it. He told me to wait over there until he comes back with the bible that we had left at the other room and he immediately rush to get it. As I was waiting there for him, I started feeling cold again. The events that followed later was mind baffling.
I walked into Clayton's room, not sure of what was awaiting there for me. The room smelled like as if it hadn't been used for many years. Suddenly, I could hear someone play violin at the corner of the room. I was afraid but the music was so mesmerizing that I couldn't help moving towards it. I was almost there when the music suddenly stopped. The air over there was ice cold. I felt that someone was standing in front of me. I used my cane to find out if someone was really there. To my horror, I felt that my cane had touched someone's legs. I stood there frozen in a panicked state of mind. That figure walked closer to me and whispered "Darcus" and few moments later it whispered "Melissa". As soon as I heard the voice, I felt that the chillness in the air was breaking my bones and my breath was getting harder. I don't remember anything after that.
A few moments later, when I got back to my senses, I heard Elvis's voice. He held me tight and assured me that I'll be fine. I realized that I was still in Clayton's room but this time there was no chillness in the air. I found myself lying on the floor. I got up with Elvis's help and we moved out of the house immediately.
Later, I spoke to Elvis about all the events that took place. He told me that he found me pale faced lying unconsciously on the floor when he entered the room. I narrated him about all that had happened. He was surprised to know that he couldn't hear any violin though the room which he had gone to would have been very close to his ear shot.
I heard that Clayton was one of the finest violinists during his time and undoubtedly the music I heard was the best I ever listened to. I wonder why only I was chosen to hear it, it might be an answer that I would never find. As for 'Melissa', I guess she was the love of his life.
This experience does not restrain me to explore into the world of unknown, but it has made me more curious to unveil the mysteries surrounding dead people.