Chapter 6 The rescue
The sirens grew louder, and the group's hopes rose. They knew they were almost safe. George's eyes locked onto Isabelle's, and he gave her a reassuring nod.
"We're going to make it," he whispered. "We're going to get out of this alive."
Isabelle's eyes welled up with tears, but she nodded bravely. The others stood up straight, their shoulders squared, ready to face whatever came next.
As the police cars turned into the alleyway, their lights illuminating the dark space, the group felt a sense of relief wash over them. They were safe. They were going to make it.
The police officers rushed out of the cars, their guns drawn, and surrounded the group. "Everyone, get down!" one of them shouted.
The group complied, their hands raised in surrender. But as they looked up at the officers, they saw the concern etched on their faces.
"What's going on here?" one of the officers asked, his voice firm but gentle.
George spoke up, his voice shaking slightly. "We were being chased...by...by something. We don't know what it was."
The officers exchanged skeptical glances, but they quickly sprang into action, securing the area and calling for backup.
As the group waited, surrounded by the police, they couldn't help but wonder: had they really escaped the forces of darkness, or were they just delaying the inevitable?
The officers helped the group to their feet, and they were led to the safety of the police cars. As they sat inside, they couldn't help but look back at the alleyway, half-expecting to see the figures emerging from the shadows.
But there was nothing. Just the darkness, and the faint hum of the police radios.
The officers began to question them, taking down their statements and trying to piece together what had happened. George and the others recounted their story, from the strange occurrences at school to the chase through the courtyard.
As they spoke, the officers' expressions grew more serious. They knew that something was off, something that couldn't be explained by ordinary means.
One of the officers, a grizzled veteran with a keen eye, leaned in closer. "Listen, kids," he said, his voice low. "We've had some strange reports coming in lately. People talking about strange happenings, unexplained noises...we're not sure what's going on, but we're going to do our best to protect you."
Isabelle ! Isabelle Mrs Coker came running towards them, mother Isabelle ran towards her mother filled with joy and relief , how are you here ? Her mother hugged her in tears. I thought I'd lose you she said crying out loud, mum how did you know I am in danger?
Have been having a terrible dreams lately so I was feeling unease and decide to call your principal and told her I want to come visit you today but she said I shouldn't because you are preparing for tests and I couldn't speak to you, so I decide to come myself I came in late so couldn't find your principal and there's no one in your hostel I grew scared and then I saw the police that how I trail them down here, Mrs Coker explained …
Isabelle's mother held her tightly, tears of relief streaming down her face. "I was so scared, baby," she whispered. "I had a feeling something was wrong. I'm just glad I'm here now, and you're safe."
Isabelle hugged her mother back, feeling a mix of emotions: relief, joy, and a hint of fear still lingering from the recent events.
George and the others watched the reunion with warm smiles, happy to see Isabelle safe with her mother.
Mrs. Coker looked at George and the others, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, thank you so much for taking care of my daughter. I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to her."
George smiled and nodded. "We're just glad she's safe, ma'am. We're glad we could help."
As they stood there, the police officers approached them. "We'll need to take statements from all of you," one of them said. "But for now, let's get you all to a safe place. We'll sort out the details later."
Mrs. Coker nodded, still holding Isabelle tightly. "Yes, please. Let's get her home safe."
The group nodded in agreement, relieved to have Isabelle's mother there to take care of them. As they walked towards the police car, Isabelle turned to George and whispered, "Thanks for being there for me, George. I don't know what I would have done without you."
George smiled and squeezed her hand. "You're welcome, Isabelle. We're in this together."
As they walked towards the police car, the group couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over them. They were finally safe, and they had Isabelle's mother to thank for it.
The police officers helped them into the car, and soon they were driving away from the scene. Isabelle's mother held her hand tightly, her eyes never leaving her daughter's face.
"I'm never letting you out of my sight again," she said, smiling weakly.
Isabelle laughed, feeling a sense of comfort and security with her mother by her side.
As they drove, George couldn't help but think about what had just happened. They had faced something sinister, something that had threatened their lives. But they had made it through, together.
The police car pulled up to Isabelle's home hours later, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally safe, and they could finally start to process what had happened.
Mrs. Coker got out of the car and helped Isabelle out, holding her close. "Let's get you inside, baby," she said. "You must be exhausted."
Isabelle nodded, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over her. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.
As they walked into the house, George and the others said their goodbyes, promising to stay in touch. Get home safe, Isabelle said to her friends as the police drove them to their respective house…Isabelle's mother thanked them again, her eyes filled with gratitude.
As the door closed behind them, Isabelle felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was home, she was safe, and she had her mother to take care of her.
But as she looked out the window, she couldn't shake off the feeling that they were still being watched, that the forces of darkness were still out there, waiting for their chance to strike...
Isabelle's mother noticed her daughter's gaze out the window and followed it. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed the unease emanating from Isabelle.
"Let's get some rest, baby," she said, pulling Isabelle close. "We'll figure out what's going on tomorrow. For now, let's just be grateful that you're safe."
Isabelle nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in her mother's words. She knew that with her mother by her side, she could face whatever came next.
As they settled in for the night, Isabelle's mother kept a watchful eye on her daughter, her own senses on high alert. She knew that something was off, something that threatened her child's safety.
And she was determined to protect Isabelle, no matter what it took.
The night passed slowly, with Isabelle's mother keeping vigil over her daughter. She knew that the forces of darkness were still out there, waiting for their chance to strike.
But she was ready. She would do everything in her power to keep Isabelle safe, to shield her from the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Isabelle's mother felt a sense of resolve wash over her. She would get to the bottom of this, she would uncover the truth behind the sinister forces that threatened her daughter.
And she would do whatever it took to keep Isabelle safe.
As the morning light grew stronger, Isabelle stirred from her sleep, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She was safe, and her mother was by her side.
Her mother smiled, stroking her hair. "Good morning, baby. How are you feeling today?"
Isabelle thought for a moment before responding. "I'm feeling a bit better, mom. Still a bit shaken, but I'm okay."
Her mother nodded, her eyes filled with concern. "We'll get through this, Isabelle. We'll figure out what's going on and make sure you're safe."
Isabelle nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her mother. She knew that with her mother's support, she could face whatever came next.
As they got out of bed, Isabelle's mother handed her a cup of tea. "Drink this, baby. It'll help you feel better."
Isabelle took a sip of the warm liquid, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. She knew that she was lucky to have her mother, to have someone who cared about her so deeply.
As they sat down to breakfast, Isabelle's mother looked at her seriously. "Isabelle, I need to ask you something. What exactly happened last night? What did you see?"
Isabelle hesitated, unsure of how to explain the strange occurrences. But her mother's concerned expression made her take a deep breath and try to recount the events of the previous night.
As she spoke, her mother's expression grew more and more serious. Isabelle could tell that she was worried, that she sensed something was very wrong.
When Isabelle finished speaking, her mother nodded thoughtfully. "We'll talk to the police again today, see if they can help us figure out what's going on. And maybe we should also talk to someone who can help us understand what's happening... someone who knows about these kinds of things."
Isabelle nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could get to the bottom of this mystery and make sure she was safe once and for all.
Isabelle's mother pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "I'm going to call someone who might be able to help us," she said. "Her name is Sister Margaret, and she's a local expert on... unusual occurrences."
Isabelle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Unusual occurrences?"
Her mother nodded. "Yes, baby. She's helped people in our community deal with things that can't be explained. I think she might be able to help us understand what's going on."
The phone rang for a moment before a warm voice answered. "Hello?"
"Mother Margaret, it's Mrs. Coker. I need your help," Isabelle's mother said, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and hope.
Mother Margaret's voice was calm and reassuring. "Of course, Mrs. Coker. What's going on?"
Isabelle's mother explained the events of the previous night, and Mother Margaret listened attentively. When she finished, Sister Margaret said, "I'll come over right away. We'll talk about this in person."
Isabelle's mother nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "Thank you, Mother Margaret. We'll be waiting for you."
As she hung up the phone, Isabelle looked at her mother curiously. "Who is Mother Margaret, mom?"
Her mother smiled. "She's someone who can help us, baby. Just be patient, and let her do her work."
Isabelle nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation. She was eager to meet Mother Margaret and learn more about what was happening. And she was grateful to have her mother's support and guidance throughout this ordeal.