"Hey, this girl won't kill me, oh," Mrs. Christian lamented, her hand on her head. "Mother, calm down, it's not a bad message," Angela said. Saviour, you can go now," Mr. Christian dismissed him and turned to Angela. "Let me help you sit down so you can tell us what the message is all about and who you went to deliver it to."
After settling down, Angela began, "I went to Mummy D's house." "Mummy D? Who is she, and where does she stay?" Mr. Christian asked. "She stays on Third Street," Angela replied. "And what was the message you went to deliver to her?" her dad asked. "She killed Trust," Angela said. "What? How did you know?" her mum asked, surprised.
Her father was confused, losing his voice instantly. He couldn't say a word. "God knows everything, even before it's planned," Angela said. "So, what exactly made you go to her house?" her dad asked. "I went to ask her why she killed Trust and also warned her because her days are numbered," Angela said. "Her days are numbered? Is she a witch?" her dad asked.
"You will find out when the time comes. I need to go to my room now," Angela said, standing up. "Won't you have your breakfast?" her mum asked. "No, I'm not hungry," Angela said, walking to her room. Her parents kept staring at her until she walked out of sight. "Honey, our daughter is behaving really strangely," Mr. Christian said, turning to his wife. "So you just realized that?" Mrs. Christian asked.
Two weeks later, Angela was walking along the street when she saw her dad going to sit under a tree. She saw the tree falling before she could stop her father from sitting there. He already sat under the tree, and it fell on top of him. He died instantly. She ran to her already dead father and screamed, "Father!" Immediately, she woke up, realizing it was a dream. She kneeled on top of her bed and prayed, and while praying, the spirit of God told her to tell her father not to go to work that day, or he would return as a dead body.
In the morning at 7:30 a.m., Angela went to the living room. She met her dad already dressed for work as usual. "Dad, Mum, good morning," she greeted. "My angel, how was your night?" her dad asked. "Baby, how are you doing?" her mum asked. "I'm not fine," Angela said moodily. "Ah, my love, why?" her mum asked.
"Dad, please don't go to work today," Angela said. "Why?" her dad asked. "I had a terrible dream about you. If you leave today, you might not come back alive," Angela said. "God forbid! Angela, why would you say such a thing to your dad?" her mum asked. "Mother, I'm telling you what I see. Please tell Dad not to go out today," Angela said, crying and pleading.
"Listen, if you weren't my daughter, I'd think someone sent you to me this morning. Stop saying things you don't know," Mr. Christian said angrily, standing up from his chair. "Mum, please beg Dad, don't let him go out, please," Angela said, crying. "Honey, please, I suggest you heed our daughter's voice. Why not stay at home today? Tomorrow is another day; you can still go to work tomorrow, please," Mrs. Christian said.
Don't tell me you believe what she said? Anyway, I don't have your time. See you two in the evening," Mr. Christian said and dashed out of the house. "Whatever happens to you, it's on your head," Angela said. A few minutes later, Mrs. Christian's phone rang. She took the phone and stared at the screen. "My love" was boldly written on it, indicating it was her husband calling. She picked the call and heard another person's voice.
"Hello, darling," she said. "Madam, your husband was involved in a ghastly motor accident," the caller said. "What? When and where?" she asked, confused. "I will send you the hospital address where he is admitted," the caller said and ended the call. "What's wrong, Mum?" Angela asked. "Your dad was involved in an accident," her mum said, crying.
"Jesus Christ!" Angela exclaimed. "Let me get you ready; we're going to the hospital," her mum said. About ten minutes later, Mrs. Christian and Angela arrived at the hospital. They were taken to Mr. Christian's ward, where he lay on the bed with cloth covered from head to toe.
Mrs Christian uncovered him immediately and in shock she screamed "No, my husband can't die, she exclaimed crying. Angela was crying too and it pained her that she wasn't able to see her dad before he died due to her inability to see
“Madam, am so sorry, please take heart.” The young doctor said..
They left the hospital and went home, in less than an hour, news has carried everything, everybody in the whole town and beyond then heard that Mr Desmond was dead and they kept pointing f!nger on Angela even though they haven’t know that Angela already told her dad about his death but he didn't listen to her. Most people believe that Angela is a witch because of what happened to Trust and they were pointing accusing fingers at her.
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