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Mansion Of The Undead: No One Lives To Tell The Tale. Part 2 by Mustystrange98: 8:28pm On Sep 19, 2021
®Mansion of the undead: no one lives to tell the tale®

Part 2(finale)

*The zombies were closing in on me….

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I began mumbling the few chapters of the holy Quran I remembered. God,you are the only one who can save me. The blood rose  to my shoulder reaching for my neck. My heart beat increased. Tears ran in the streamlet down my cheek. Where was this unyielding stream of blood coming from?. I raised my hands safely guarding my Torchlight and phone. They were my only hope of finding my way out—that's if I should survive my present situation.


In what seemed like magic, the door opened automatically and  the blood dried totally.


Awstrucked. I walked out. Expecting to see zombies but they were nowhere to be found. I flashed my torchlight on the entrance; it was still left open. Where could they have gone?, or was this a dream?.


I summon up courage and went for the entrance. I carefully peeped outside.non was sighted. Instantly I remembered I had a Whistle that was meant for situations like this — given to me by the chief security of the community, as a distress call device.


I bolted back into the sitting room headed directly to the fridge by the kitchen — there it was, hanging on a nail banged to a wall, I took it and made a run for the main gate. My pace was faster but my heart beat was the fastest.  I observed the whistle, it was metallic,pitch black, its resemblance was like that of the referee's in soccer, but more sophisticated.


I Purse my lips onto it and blew in hot air— no sound came through.

I blew into it again. But this time, something strange occurred.


Instead of a shrilling sound. A maniacal laughter echoed through it. Again and again non-stop.


 Though, I had whistled in the dark: I threw it away, gathered courage and momentum, dashed towards the gate. Being a formidable  gate, I didn't expect the latch to be easily disengaged. My muscled sides expanded as I disengaged it — Here I was free at last. The cool night  breeze blew on me.

…..

The cool breeze drifted my mind away from my predicaments. Then a buzzing sound brought me to reality: the buzzing sound was definitely from an Air conditioner whose condensing unit was stuck by debris or rather caused by loose or unbalanced Fan blades striking the side of the fan housing unit.


Just as it had all started — like a maze. I found myself in the exact mansion I had escaped from. I thought I passed through the gate. Left for the unknown to unravel.


Then the light began to flicker —on and off it went, at intervals from seconds to minutes. In between the flicker I saw something grisly. When the lights flickered off,I saw pairs of eyes in multiple, reddish, shimmering like the sun, strangely blended like that of the crocodile. But disappeared when it flickered on. 


I crawled to behind the fridge close to the kitchen . Then the Air conditioner began dispensing  a foul stench,a funk of a decayed animal, probably. The stench still hung in the air when it was pushed out of its vent. I was terrified. Zombies were rushing in through the vent in full speed.falling and scampering for space.


I dashed for the kitchen. I latched the door as swiftly as possible and sat on the bare floor. Shivering and shuddering. What amazed me the most was the amazing speed of the  zombies, it was contrary to what i saw in movies. They began to bang  on the door. The banging became more intensed...they began to tear the door with their fingers. How was that possible?.


I began searching for an escape route.

Which I found. A small door besides the cupboard .It was covered with an old dusty cobweb. I opened it letting out a creaking sound. Beyond the door was total darkness. I flashed my torchlight acrossed — therein a long boardwalk stashed with cobwebs within. I was allergic to cobwebs — my heart skipped as they tore down the door headed for me.


My worse fear was staring at me; my worst fear closing in on me.it was now left for me to choose between the devil and the deep blue sea.

A choice was made. I ran through the boardwalk shoving away every cobwebs, not minding the rashes that would come afterwards. The cobwebs were the least of my concern as the zombies engaged me in a heated race.


My torchlight slipped off my hand; though I was unhampered as my pace increased— I knew I was damed — without light I definitely knew not where I was headed.


It was now left for God to help a blind boy.


Their stampede was getting closer, as my heartbeat increased so my hope of survival diminished.


All of a sudden, I trod upon something. I stumbled haphazardly. Slammed upon a huge metallic body, letting out a cranky sound — it was a door, very sure of it. My legs felt numb. I struggled blindly to reach for its nub or latch:whatever that could open it.


The door squeaked. Outside was total darkness, I reached for the exit but my lack of visuals played a huge joke on me. Not knowing there was a staircase in front of me, I missed my steps, lost balance and stumbled thereafter. 


It was a great thud. I thought to myself having woken up from comatose. I felt a sharp pain on my head. I was bleeding.


The zombies disappeared like thin air before my face. I was relieved. Then I felt the presence of someone. I took my phone from my pocket and switched on its in-built torchlight. I flashed in the direction I noticed a movement. 


It flashed on an inscription: JAJA AMADI died on Tuesday 18 2018. G—graveyard! I stuttered. 

I flashed the light on something shimmering made of probably neon. It was a sign board painted in neon. Neons could glow in the dark. That I knew as a science student. Inscripted: FAMILY OF 16, MAY THEIR SOULS REST IN PERFECT PEACE.

I shuddered. And self pity grew in me.

What could have happened to them?. I was deep in thought…

…..

The railings that barricaded the tomb began to rattle. The glint of the light from the moon shone on the gate. What I saw almost stopped my heart.I tried to scream but terror took the sound before I could.

I freezed as horror looked me right between the eyes, I was instantly paralyzed.


It dawned on me that my legs were broken. As a result of my recent fall.

(...)

Corpses began to get out of their entombments, staggering towards me, closing in to seal my doom. Though I had to fight to stay alive, I couldn't — definitely not with a broken leg.

My body starts to shiver, for no mere human could resist them.


I closed my eyes and prayed for God to take my life before they could.

****

"Oga wake up,wa—wake up its past 7:00am already!, oga you scared us,we thought…oga wake up.


I thought I heard something. Then something fluidy and chilled dropped on my face. — I woke up panting, and gasping for air.


I took a brief scan of my surroundings and it was just as it was before I slept off on the Sofa. I noticed the presence of Mallam Musa, the chief security guard. In his right hand was a cup of water. Why must he sprinkle the water on me?.


I asked him what had happened. He was about to respond when the buzzing sound of the Air conditioner distracted us.

"Mtcheeew what manner of repair is this, common AC Audu can't repair. He poured out.


The buzzing made me scared….


The End.

√Sorry for not posting earlier, its due to normal circumstances that occurs in ones life.�

™Musty strange.

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