PART 2 "Are you serious sir?" Maybell asked in fright? Mary would start to smell by then. "Do as I say Maybell. The Rapha orders and you've got to obey." Maybell gulped down and looked around for a nearby sit to help her tired leges. After sometime, the pastor left to his office or so. Thoughts began flooding into her head. "What's gonna happen to my kids by tomorrow? Mark would be dead by then." "What am I gonna eat?" She rememebered she kept some stew in the fridge at home. Her bag was at.....wait. Her home. Why was she instructed by who knows, not to go home? Why was the note written in blood? She began to doubt if they'd ever wake up if she keeps them here any longer without medical attention. "I need to go to a hospital." She thought withing herself. That'd be better right? After much thinking, Maybell left with her kids without informing her pastor. She got to the hospital in the evening. The rain was still falling though. The doctors refu.sed to admit the kids on the basis that she's got to deposit some amount of money first before treatment commences. The money on her wouldn't be enough so the only choice was for her to go home. But she was warned. How did the note get to her in the first place? Was it really referred to her or was it a coincidence? Why were the words written in blood? She didn't understand. She decided to disobey her instincts warning her not to go home as curiosity got the better of her. She used the excuse that she was only entertaining fears. But the excuse was for who? She kept her kids in the custody of a Janitor in the hospital and headed home to get some money. Everywhere seemed dark. That's unusual. She couldn't even see the way to her door. What's happening? Suddenly, she started hearing drum beats and strange voices and words. Sounds like incantations or something. She was very much afraid. The noises became louder and more scary! She turned back to leave the place but couldn't see anything. Her pastor had even told her not to go home. She was in a fetish trouble. What the hell is happening? Maybell screamed in fright as the voices came nearer and then.....blackout. THE END.😁😂 What's more important is the lesson and not the length of the story. Just like Lot's wife in the bible, where curiousity got the better of her and she had to turn back to look. Her eyes ended her life. She was wondering "What's happening? What a beautiful city being destroyed. I wish I can see what makes that sound! People are screaming...what's causing it? What's happening?! Let me just take one look. Just one look!" and then......gbam. A heap of salt she is. Maybell was curios too and that caused her the state she was in. And her kids are now in a helpless state. Sad. Curiosity has negative consequences and positive ones too. Just be mindful of what you wanna hear or see. The aftermath of a thing actually matters. Thanks for reading.

PART 1 It was on a sunny Sunday. Maybell and her two toddlers went to church for service. Church was going on well when suddenly dark clouds began to gather up in the sky. Thunder storms was probably coming. Lightenings could already be seen. Everyone wondered why the clouds darkened suddenly because it was sunny just a few minutes ago. The pastor wrapped up service in minutes and then dismissed the congregation so that all would be home before the heavy rain starts. The pastor knew that such storm wasn't ordinary and isn't something that's gonna end in hours. A fierce wind began to blow outside and noises of the wind were heard. People began to panic when suddenly, the wind blew of part of the church's roof. Maybell went to the children's church in haste to pick up her kids. They needed to get home fast. She picked up her little daughter learning how to walk and her son and they started running home. Her son, Mark was holding her back as he couldn't meet up her pace. She managed to get to the road side. She wanted to stop a taxi but no car was forth coming. She was getting frustrated as the wind was getting fiercer by the minute. She turned back to see if any of her church members could carry her home in their car. They had all gone. She wondered when they bypassed her without her knowledge. Since her house is situated at about two streets away from the church, she decided to trek home. She thought that if perhaps the storm met her on the way she would stop by to shelter herself in one of the shops or sheds. The trio began to run home. As expected, the rain started. There was no shed nearby. She was running and then Mark, her son, fell down. She picked him up but he started behaving faint. "Mark! Wake up! Don't be like this please. We have to get home. It's mummy!" Maybell said in frustration trying to reviver her son. He was shivering seriously. Suddenly, her daughter began making a freaking noise and spit came running out of her mouth and then she gave up the ghost. Weird right? "Maryyyyyy!!!" Maybell screamed in agony as tears fell down her face rapidly. One kid dead, the other sick. She knelt down, caressing her kids compassionately. Suddenly, the wind blew and a paper flying, blown by the wind caught her attention. The paper wasn't wet when everything around her was soaked with water. A mystery right? On the paper was scribbled some words "DON'T GO HOME" that sentence was written in blood. She wondered where to go now. The church or the hospital? Her instinct told her to go back to the church. But what about her kids? "WHERE IS YOUR FAITH" She heard a voice ask in a whisper. She carried her two kids and managed to go back to the church. Half of the church's roof had already been blown away. The rain had reduced but wasn't ready to stop yet. Maybell saw an old woman sprawled on the floor, dead. That was probably as a result of the storm. She got into the church building and was heading for the altar. The ground was wet as a result of the blown roof. Water was dripping in. The pastor was kneeling down by the altar praying with his head bowed. "Drop the kids on the altar." He ordered. Maybell obeyed quietly. "What can I do sir? I was ordered to come here. I want my kids back alive and hearty." Maybell said with tears in her voice. Pity could be seen, written boldy on the pastor's face. "Leave them here till tomorrow morning."