Chapter 6: The Web Of Fear

Tunde's heart raced as he dug a shallow grave in the darkness of the cemetery. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Olayemi's dead body laid beside him, a stark reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. The mysterious voice still echo in his mind, sending chill down his spine.

As he buried Olayemi's body, Tunde realized he was in grave danger. He had stumbled into a dark world, and now he was a target. The secret society would stop at nothing to silence him.

With a heavy heart, Tunde made his way back to his dorm, his mind racing with thought of escape. But how could he escape a web of fear that seemed to ensnare him from all sides?

Tunde's blood ran cold. He knew he had to get out of there, but where could he go? And how could he shake off the feeling of being watched, of being hunted?

His eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for any other signs of danger. But there was nothing else out of place. Just the ominous note, taunting him like a death sentence.

He knew he had to act fast. Packing a small bag with essentials, he made a dash for the door. But has reached for the handle, he hesitated. Where could he go? Who could he trust?

The memory of Olayemi's fate flashed through his mind, and he knew he couldn't stay on campus. He had to get as far away as possible from the secret society's reach.

With a deep breath, Tunde opened the door and slipped out into the night. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole, but he didn't look back. He had to keep moving no matter what lay ahead.

As he disappeared into the shadows, the note on his bed seemed to whisper its chilling message once more. "You are next".

After a long walk through the night, he walked into an abandoned church, hoped to sleep there for the rest of the night. He met with total silence which engulfed him as soon as enters. Cobwebs everywhere, different tiny creatures crawling on the floor and on the thatched roof. He sprawl at the corner and started praying fervently for safety.

As he prayed, the silence seemed to grow thicker, like a palpable presence enveloping him. Tunde's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he made out the outline of old pews, covered in dust and cobweb. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and neglect.

Suddenly, a faint creaking sound echoed through the church making Tunde's heart skip a beat. He froze, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. The creaking grew louder, and he realized it was coming from the old wooden door at the entrance.

Tunde's breath caught in his throat as the door slowly creaked open, its hinges grooming in protest. A silver of moonlight illuminate the entrance, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned church.