October 15th,
When darkness gets uncomfortable,
it speaks.
When Light becomes louder,
so does resistance.
But this is not the time to shrink.
This is the time to speak louder.
***
It was taped to my door.
A small folded note, plain white paper — no name, no sign.
Just one sentence scribbled in red ink:
"You're meddling in things beyond your control."
My fingers gripped it tightly, pulse racing.
I stood frozen outside the hostel for a moment, eyes darting around. No one in sight. Just the regular campus buzz. Laughter somewhere in the distance. A bird squawking from a tree nearby.
But I could feel it again.
The darkness wasn't quiet anymore.
Later in class, Peace practically bounced into my seat before I could settle.
"Sandra!" she whispered sharply. "You won't believe it. I woke up this morning… and the heaviness was gone."
"What heaviness?"
"The one I've lived with since I was sixteen. The constant dread, the fog in my head — it just… lifted. I don't know how else to say it."
Tears filled her eyes.
"I haven't smiled genuinely in months. But today, I laughed. I laughed, Sandra. Something broke last night."
I smiled and reached out to hug her. "Jesus happened."
She nodded, her voice cracking. "And I don't want to go back."
At the library that afternoon, Anita and I sat on opposite ends of the same row — prepping for a class quiz. The silence was thick and sacred. Just the occasional flip of a page or cough.
Until we heard it.
A faint whisper.
Then a thud.
Then… chaos.
Books began falling — not tumbling, not slipping — flying off the shelves near the back of the room like someone had shoved them violently.
A scream rang out. Students scattered.
The air turned thick. I felt a pressure in my chest.
Anita found me quickly, her eyes wide. "You felt that, right?"
I nodded, gripping my bag. "Something's stirring."
She whispered, "The Chemistry lab."
"What?"
She swallowed. "That's where I felt it… drawing from. The abandoned one. Something is there."
Later that night, Tony forwarded me a message from Melissa, his younger sister:
Sis Sandra, I had a strange dream again. There was a huge wave, like a flood, rushing into a city. People were screaming and drowning, but one voice kept speaking — not shouting — just speaking.
And it calmed the water.
It was your voice.
I recognized it.
Mum said I should tell you.
I re-read the message at least five times.
***
Hell has noticed.
But Heaven is louder.
And somewhere in the chaos,
our voices carry authority.
We are not afraid.
We are not stopping.
Let the waters rise.