Ghosts Come In All Shapes And Sizes by Okwukaeze Lyrics
FOR THE FEW HOURS I had knelt on my bed asleep it had been extremely peaceful, even though I had slept off saying my night prayers. I had maintained the posture of a praying lad on my bed, saying the second mystery since 9 o’clock. Well, I on my knees, and my hands between my face and my pillow, my stance was enough to give God the impression that I was with him. However, I guess God caught me cheating.
All I know, suddenly, the wind threw the curtains flying and launched attack on me.I grabbed my pillow and curled up myself. But the wind grew fiercer by the seconds, and I could hear its song; its song that was no longer the melody I used to listen to at cool evenings as the sun went home. Its song at this moment sounded more like an army chanting of war. I could not find any peace in its visit. I curled still.
When the cold became too unbearable I could have put an end to the story by standing up and shutting the windows, but I did not. Instead, I resorted to my blanket to shield me. With my eyes still shut, I searched; my hands travelling to corners of the bed, hoping to find the gracious body of Esau. For about fifteen seconds, I was tapping about my bed in search of my blanket, and then my body began to run out of patience from the cold. But, I made a worst mistake that night by opening my eyes.
A careless ray of the moonlight had found its way through the thick tall trees that surround our building into my little bedroom apartment, sharing with the portion of the room where the bed was, its light, and then shading the rest of the room to vague but considerable darkness. Right in front of the light switch, beside the door on the darker end of the room, appeared a figure which I could barely capture through my vision. The figure was moving randomly in the air, close to the ceiling, maintaining its boundaries with this dark side. I fixed my gaze on the shape, trying to solve the puzzle of what I could draw from it, but each time I tried harder, it would manipulate its form and I’d visualize demonic details.
My torchlight was lying on my reading table which was partially in the brighter part of the room. It was my closest hope of unveiling the masquerade. I stretched out my foot to the floor to head for the torch, but the figure began to hover slowly down to the floor, like it was trying to camouflage. I withdrew my foot and watched for a moment. Now the harsh wind had begun to retreat, my curtains were beginning to fall, the room was getting darker, and I could barely see what I was up against. I had to get hold of that torchlight so I stretched out my foot again regardless of the impeding darkness overtaking the room. As my first toe felt the floor, I was shaken by a sudden deafening clash in the sky. The wind bashed in through the windows immediately—more violent than before. The curtains flew up again. This time they kept flapping on the ceiling like a charioteer who could not discuss time with his horses. I noticed one more thing, the moonlight had withdrawn under the dark stormy night clouds, and the darkness that had only covered some part of the room was now even with it; there was no longer a brighter side to guide me, even when I was sure I was face to face, in the same room, with an apparent demon. Right then I guessed my belief in ghosts was coming true; my grandfather had died just a month ago.
The sound of the wind, the murmurs from the sky—it was scary. I could not bear one more step forward into the darkness, but I needed that torch. I stood on my feet carefully. I looked around the room and I could only see the outlines of big objects, like my wardrobe and cupboard. I flashed my eyes back to the spot where I had seen that figure but I could not trace where it was now. I calculated my distance from the reading table and I thought I could make it to the torch. So, I tiptoed with my arms stretched out wide ahead of me, speechless. I had a feeling that it was a living creature, yet hoped it wasn’t, because I was yet to comprehend what sort of creature would move in such manner as the figure was. Whatever it was, however, I felt kind of certain that it was nothing good. The wind was still forcing its way through the window which was now behind me. The thunder kept rolling. I was moving slowly but closer to the figure. If only I could get this torch, I thought.
My hand hit the table eventually. I scratched the table top quickly for the torch. I felt it. I was at the point of grabbing it and pushing the button when the lightening suddenly sparked, and I saw it! I saw it! It flew past my head in a flash, toward the window; I dodged quickly and stumbled over the table screaming the name of God. The table fell on me, unleashing everything on it upon me. I was panting heavily. A bat! A white bat!? My sweat pores broke loose at once. ‘Grandpa, is that you!?’ I yelled from the floor, touching around to find the torchlight. No answer from Grandpa. The torchlight was becoming too hard to find, and the creature was still in the room. But then, I realized that I was at advantage of getting to the light-switch now. I crawled on my back immediately, facing the window around where the unclear outlines of the bat was now hovering, observing every movement it was making as I headed as quick as I could toward the switch.
Finally, I hit the wall, and in a swift I stood up with my palm ramming against the light-switch. As soon as the light went on, I was shocked at what I saw. I slipped over the thrill and collapsed. I had been running from my drawing sheet.
All I know, suddenly, the wind threw the curtains flying and launched attack on me.I grabbed my pillow and curled up myself. But the wind grew fiercer by the seconds, and I could hear its song; its song that was no longer the melody I used to listen to at cool evenings as the sun went home. Its song at this moment sounded more like an army chanting of war. I could not find any peace in its visit. I curled still.
When the cold became too unbearable I could have put an end to the story by standing up and shutting the windows, but I did not. Instead, I resorted to my blanket to shield me. With my eyes still shut, I searched; my hands travelling to corners of the bed, hoping to find the gracious body of Esau. For about fifteen seconds, I was tapping about my bed in search of my blanket, and then my body began to run out of patience from the cold. But, I made a worst mistake that night by opening my eyes.
A careless ray of the moonlight had found its way through the thick tall trees that surround our building into my little bedroom apartment, sharing with the portion of the room where the bed was, its light, and then shading the rest of the room to vague but considerable darkness. Right in front of the light switch, beside the door on the darker end of the room, appeared a figure which I could barely capture through my vision. The figure was moving randomly in the air, close to the ceiling, maintaining its boundaries with this dark side. I fixed my gaze on the shape, trying to solve the puzzle of what I could draw from it, but each time I tried harder, it would manipulate its form and I’d visualize demonic details.
My torchlight was lying on my reading table which was partially in the brighter part of the room. It was my closest hope of unveiling the masquerade. I stretched out my foot to the floor to head for the torch, but the figure began to hover slowly down to the floor, like it was trying to camouflage. I withdrew my foot and watched for a moment. Now the harsh wind had begun to retreat, my curtains were beginning to fall, the room was getting darker, and I could barely see what I was up against. I had to get hold of that torchlight so I stretched out my foot again regardless of the impeding darkness overtaking the room. As my first toe felt the floor, I was shaken by a sudden deafening clash in the sky. The wind bashed in through the windows immediately—more violent than before. The curtains flew up again. This time they kept flapping on the ceiling like a charioteer who could not discuss time with his horses. I noticed one more thing, the moonlight had withdrawn under the dark stormy night clouds, and the darkness that had only covered some part of the room was now even with it; there was no longer a brighter side to guide me, even when I was sure I was face to face, in the same room, with an apparent demon. Right then I guessed my belief in ghosts was coming true; my grandfather had died just a month ago.
The sound of the wind, the murmurs from the sky—it was scary. I could not bear one more step forward into the darkness, but I needed that torch. I stood on my feet carefully. I looked around the room and I could only see the outlines of big objects, like my wardrobe and cupboard. I flashed my eyes back to the spot where I had seen that figure but I could not trace where it was now. I calculated my distance from the reading table and I thought I could make it to the torch. So, I tiptoed with my arms stretched out wide ahead of me, speechless. I had a feeling that it was a living creature, yet hoped it wasn’t, because I was yet to comprehend what sort of creature would move in such manner as the figure was. Whatever it was, however, I felt kind of certain that it was nothing good. The wind was still forcing its way through the window which was now behind me. The thunder kept rolling. I was moving slowly but closer to the figure. If only I could get this torch, I thought.
My hand hit the table eventually. I scratched the table top quickly for the torch. I felt it. I was at the point of grabbing it and pushing the button when the lightening suddenly sparked, and I saw it! I saw it! It flew past my head in a flash, toward the window; I dodged quickly and stumbled over the table screaming the name of God. The table fell on me, unleashing everything on it upon me. I was panting heavily. A bat! A white bat!? My sweat pores broke loose at once. ‘Grandpa, is that you!?’ I yelled from the floor, touching around to find the torchlight. No answer from Grandpa. The torchlight was becoming too hard to find, and the creature was still in the room. But then, I realized that I was at advantage of getting to the light-switch now. I crawled on my back immediately, facing the window around where the unclear outlines of the bat was now hovering, observing every movement it was making as I headed as quick as I could toward the switch.
Finally, I hit the wall, and in a swift I stood up with my palm ramming against the light-switch. As soon as the light went on, I was shocked at what I saw. I slipped over the thrill and collapsed. I had been running from my drawing sheet.