The 10th Letter

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