October 14th,
We planned for a quiet night.
We got a divine interruption.
The wind didn't just shift in the air.
It shifted in the spirit.
***
The moon was a perfect half.
Not full, not absent — just enough to see the outlines of the few people gathered under the jacaranda tree. Our "little" vigil.
Six of us, in total.
Myself, Tony, Anita. Two girls from the Linguistics department — Peace and Dina — and a shy guy from Accounting who only introduced himself as Tim.
We had barely started worshipping when I felt it.
A stirring.
The kind that crawls across your skin and lifts your hair — not in fear, but reverence.
Tony's voice rose in worship. Soft at first, then strong. Anita joined. I led a song, hands raised, heart open.
That's when it started.
Peace suddenly dropped to her knees.
At first, I thought she'd stumbled, but then — the tears came.
"I don't even know why I'm crying!" she gasped between sobs. "I just… I feel seen."
I knelt beside her, whispered gently, "That's Jesus, Peace. He sees you. He's been waiting for you."
She sobbed harder.
And then the wind came.
It wasn't strong — not physically — but I felt it. My spirit felt it.
Everything around us seemed to pause. Even the insects quieted.
Tony's voice dropped low. "Something's shifting."
Anita opened her eyes, alert. "Do you feel it too?"
I nodded slowly. "Yes. The atmosphere changed."
Halfway through our prayer walk around the sports field, the lights around the outer block started flickering.
I stopped. "Is that a power issue or…?"
"I don't think so" Tony muttered.
Dina let out a small gasp. "My phone just went off. Fully charged."
Tim's eyes darted around. "This is… not normal."
But we didn't stop. We prayed louder.
Then I felt it again — not just a shift… but a pushback.
From the shadows near the department building, I saw someone watching.
Tall.
Arms folded.
Face hidden under a cap.
But I knew.
Darrey.
Back in his room, Darrey picked up his phone and called someone.
"They've started. Tonight."
A pause.
"No, not just the girl. All three of them. And others are joining."
His voice dropped.
"Yes, I'm ready. I'm tired of feeling watched. If we don't stop them now… we'll lose more than territory."
He hung up.
In the dim room, his fingers twitched.
And behind him, the shadows thickened.
***
We called it a vigil.
Heaven called it an invasion.
And somewhere in the shadows,
hell took notice.