NOCTURNAL by Guillaume Mwamba (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

CHAPTER ONE

PILOT

Charmed and perfect man collapses from the sky that late magnificently full moon stormy rainy night. His dark garment is torn to the right side of his shoulder, bold burns and bruises, head professionally cut beard, and seems in his thirties. Covering in nothing then his blood, bruises all over, and burned marks on his face with hands. Whereas he roared furiously as locusts came out his mouth, the moment he turned to grimace in my direction. Another is of two police officers transformed into these pale-skin men, as locusts came out their mouths too when they roared at me. Without realizing that I was in class with one of my worst teachers, all fury against me will lose after she discovered me sleeping in class.  

All her students had enormous bitterness hatred towards me, especially when they had the worst nightmare vision of evil spirits falling from heaven, some of them chased after me, although I stood my ground, and was not frightened. Still, when I had this complicated vision, I did not believe that Miss. Everette will not spare me this time. Unless I woke up that same morning after receiving a dream about a peculiar man who discovered himself on the ground and after those two police officers transforming into these pale-skin looking men, I was confused and dumbfounded about the vision I just saw. Where I opened my eyes with confusion.  

"Morning." Miss Everette greeted.  

“Morning, Miss. Everette. And still, why is everyone looking at me as they see a ghost?" I asked. 

My fellow students roar laughing, as they all stared at Miss. Everette’s embarrassed.  

"Have no idea. Your fellow students want to know if you have another monster coming to get you, I supposed?" Miss Everette said.  

"Man. I should know better. And they are, satisfied? Listen I do not want to be rude. Neither did I ask for this." I shouted.  

"Right. Right. And what is the message from your dream you got from us this time?" Namibia scoffed.  

"Nightmare. And it is frightened one too with pale-skin men with locusts coming out their mouths." I repeated. 

“Enough! And it is not a nightmare monster boy, just your life. Although we’re all impressed you skipped a grade, it doesn’t mean you can sleep through my class." Miss Everette yelped.  

The students giggled.  

"Nicely, done monster boy." Namibia stopped.  

I sign. Namibia Everette twenty-one mixed tall cute looking African American man. He has puffy mahogany brown hair, muscular a bit, brown eyes, is popular with girls, basketball player, and loves interest is Dawn. Namibia navy t-shirt, red coat, jeans, and black boots. 

"Namibia. Man, I don’t want to hear from you." I noted. 

“Pardoned me. And what was that?" Namibia snapped. 

"Heard me, Everette. Have no idea you are this rude, arrogant, and proud. No offense Dawn. But no wonder Dawn on my left side is not interested in you, right?" I mocked. 

"Christ. Man, that truly cut deep." Miss Everette scoffed.  

The student roared in laughter, as Namibia teeth grimaced with rage and the school's bell rang. Unless put my notebooks with books in my backpack and marched out of Miss. Everette’s class that afternoon.  

She broke laughing hard while glancing at me. I disappeared out of her sight while marched within the school’s hallway towards the exit. 

Heading towards the exit, lockers began clattering, ground rumble, lights flickering, and turning off. Up to where the whole school was engulfed in total darkness, I took my phone for its bright flashlight. I scanned my flashlight to the right and saw the frightening girls. One I discovered to be Dawn with her childhood friend Claire.  

“Liam." Dawn gulped.  

Dawn Eureka nineteen, is a most extraordinarily irresistible magnificent, mixed gorgeous Native American university girl. She is a very energetic young woman with curly short dark hair, golden eyes, wears long sleeves navy sweater, khaki pants, and golden lower heel shoes.  

"Noon...um, Liam-," Dawn answered.  

"Afternoon. Mind if you and your childhood friend Claire followed me outside?" I called.  

"Excuse me...wow, amazing. And how did you know?" Claire asked. 

"Well, just my sharp extinct, I guess. And come on because we do not want to put ourselves in danger, are we? Cause it is too dark in here." I chuckled nervously. 

"Correctly. Come on, Claire let's follow Liam, here." Dawn responded.  

Where I felt uncomfortable within my spirit, where I unleash my revolver but did not realize turning into a burning weapon with “WORD OF GOD”’s in bold print word. 

“Dawn? Claire?” I called.  

"Liam. Listening carefully and seem to be the cause?" Both added.  

"Um, I want both of you to stay closer to me. I believe whatsoever this evil causing the lights to switch off, it is closer than we think." I noted.

"Right," Dawn repeated.  

"And after we got out here, Dawn was thinking of taking you out to our best friend’s birthday celebration. Uh, this evening of course." Claire interrupted.  

Claire Mapendo is twenty, an attractive gorgeous calm American girl. Long brunette hair, blue eyes, wears a skirt to her knees with jeans pants inside, and winter boots.  

Looking at the magnificent all kinds of color afternoon sky, before I would answer Claire’s question. 

"Um, well. Maybe I should come, I guess." I answered. 

Monica with her friend squealed excitedly up to where we found ourselves outside. Unless Esther and her friend rushed to their car, climbed in, and drove off as I watched them go. Where I felt like something in the school was watching me.  

After I had to get to my old friend's mansion, I overheard the hovering of the helicopter and its pilots chatting on their walkie talkie to each other. 

CHAPTER TWO

    NOT HAS I PLANNED

Seconds later, I marched into the dining table mansion of my older friend by the name of Nicole Chanton with her family. Almost forgot Dawn and her friend Claire were friends of mine since the first day they transferred to their university in Washington seven days ago, and yet my worst nightmare Namibia still called me a newbie.  

"Liam. Hey, afternoon. And you are just in time for dinner, still, how was school?" Nicole asked.  

"Well, not bad. Still, although I believe that something malevolent is here amongst us. Earth-wide is about to be afflicted with its wrath." I responded.  

"Mama. Here are another one of Liam’s nonsense theories. And that’s why I don’t believe in this Christianity nonsense." Ellie shouted.  

"Right...right. Still, whether you like it or not, it is my Christianity belief, Ellie." I mumbled.  

Nicole sighs, chair pulled, wailing in the distance, passing by traffic.  

"Liam, my friend? Tell me any lucky woman interested in you? And I was hoping you can help babysit?" Nicole asked. 

“Mama. Can it be serious? Besides, what kind of woman wants to be interested in this psychopath friend of yours?" Ellie shouted.  

Ellie Chanton, twenty-one, is an irremissible gorgeous Native-American woman. Not attracted to me, curly short brown-haired person hair, dark golden eyes, wears a white dress, blue sweater, and lower high heel shoes. 

"Ellie, manners, please," Nicole answered.  

Nicole Chanton is one hundred and thirty still an attractive Native American woman. She is Ellie's great-grandmother and an old friend of mine who brought me to spend Thanksgiving with her family, puffy unbrushed black hair that reaches her neck, white skirt that reaches her knees, brown Christmas sweater, brown trench coat, and low white shoes.  

"Nah, Nicole leaves her be. Guard?” I blinked. “Just not as I planned. 

“Correct, Liam,” she agreed.  

“Um, whom do you want me to guard?” I asked.  

“Liam, listen if you do not want to go, I understand. Her name is Hannah, my oldest friend’s great-grandchild. She is thirteen, has short curly black hair, wears white pajamas, and comfortable thick socks. Which is already put on.” Nicole answered.  

Whereas I glazed at Nicole as I blink dumbfounded before I would ask her a question. 

“Wait...Hannah? Meaning Old Grumpy Leah’s great-grandchild?” I asked.  

“Exactly, Liam. And again, if do not, I understand…” Nicole paused.  

“Nah-uh, I will be babysitting but I promised the woman that I will go to her best friend's birthday party. Um, never mind. I will text her,” I signed.  

“Promise? Woman?” Nicole blinked.  

“Well, Ellie...Nicole, I just got invited to the birthday celebration this evening by a girl." I responded.  

Nicole giggled.  

“Well, wow...that is amazing that someone is interested in!” Ellie scoffed.  

“Correct. And let me just give her a call. Or text her before I went to my room to put on my warm thick jacket.” I added.  

“Um, of course. Seems like Leah’s grandson had a car accident, he is hospitalized into a coma, and she was looking for a guard to keep an eye on Hannah.” Nicole answered.  

"I see. So, you sell me out to your friend? Not cool!” I teased.  

“Of course, unfair. Still, I did not want to let her down. Continually, you are great at guarding young children,” Nicole signed.  

“Right...right, you win, Nicole. I will do it!” I excited.  

"Excellent. And thank you very much, Liam!” Nicole added.  

“No mentioning old friend,” I answered. 

Correct. And would mind telling me more about this woman you met at university?” Nicole asked. 

“Gramps, seriously?” Ellie complained. 

“Hush, girl! Please, I love to know about this woman.” She reported.  

Nicole...why do you want to know about this woman?” I chuckled nervously. Um, well, because you are like a son to me. I was planning perhaps that you and my great-grandchild would fall in love. And become a good couple,” Nicole responded. 

Gramps, seriously? I am not even sure I'm interested in him,” Ellie blushed. 

I teased Ellie by saying a red tomato as she threw a pillow on her chair on my face. Both Nicole and I broke laughing hard. 

I excitedly nod. Unless I finished my dinner, marched to my new room, put down my backpack, and put on my African design outfit and my suit pants, white trench coat, and black shoes. Nicole called her best old friend Leah and told her that I was coming over to her mansion to keep an eye on Hannah. Leah was filled with overjoy, I walked toward my bedroom upstairs, called Esther telling her that I am going to guard one of Nicole’s best friend’s great-grandchildren, so I will not attend her friend's birthday party.  

“Fine. Forgive me. Did not know that you are busy night too.” Dawn chuckled.  

"I am. And see you later I think?” I signed.  

“Later, Liam. Some other time?” Dawn giggled. “Exactly, Dawn,” I signed.  

Both of us switched off our phones, out of my bedroom, downstairs, and straight to the living room. 

“Jesus...Liam. Seemed like you are serious about this?” Ellie asked.  

I energetically respond as I bid Nicole with her great-granddaughter farewell and disappear out of their sight. 

Where I find myself before Leah's gigantic mansion's huge porch with its door. Ringing the bell, as Mrs. Ransom Nicole's old best friend opened the huge door and was now standing before me.  

"Evening...um, Mrs. Ransom?" I gulped.  

“Eve, young man. And you must be Liam, right?" She asked.  

"I am. Old friend Nicole sent