Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 60

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Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 60

THE COP’S INVESTIGATE ANOTHER MURDER
ADAM woke up later than usual the next
morning because he had slept very late.

The visit of the police officers had scared the
sleep out of his eyes. A larger part of his
night was used in thinking of the possibility of
having death close by and that had really
made him uncomfortable. He had heard
details of the gruesome murder of Mr. Derek
from a friend earlier in the day and the
possibility of dying like that was very scary.

The arrival of the cops that were assigned to
watch over his house did not help calm down
his nerves. It wasn‟t even easy for him to
sleep with the knowledge that cops were
outside watching out for somebody who might
come to murder him. Fear persisted, no matter
how hard he tried to calm himself. But why
was he even afraid? Brenda wasn‟t capable of
hurting anyone. She wasn‟t even capable of
nursing that idea.
But he could recall that she was really hurt the
last time he saw her. She had sounded so hurt
that she hadn‟t begged him much like other
girls would do. Perhaps his action had pushed
her to the edge and she had decided to involve
herself with something diabolical. Diabolical?
If the deaths were described as being effected
through diabolical means, then what was the
use of the cops outside? Terror gripped him
even more. But Brenda was clean. Why was he
making himself get scared for nothing?
Wasn‟t she the same Brenda he had been with
just a few weeks ago? What had she done?
Why had these two men died such a strange
death? How can he be sure that these deaths
were a mere coincidence? If the police
couldn‟t explain how these two died, perhaps
his own death will be mysterious also. “Oh
stop it!” he told himself. He allowed himself to
remember Brenda‟s good nature despite what
he had found out about her during their
relationship. She had been a very wonderful
lover, really. If not for the way things had
finally turned out between them, he could say
he had been very mean to her. In fact, Brenda
was the best girl he had ever dated.

Even his present girl, Tracy, could not be
compared with Brenda. If not for those nightly
escapades! How could one explain having
seen his girlfriend making love to an invisible
lover? And it got so bad that she often woke
him up in the middle of the night while they
were both together in bed and he would later
realize that she‟d been making love to
whatever right there in their bed!
Then it struck Adam. What if Brenda had
really been making love to an invisible man?
What if there had really been a third person
right there in their bed all those nights? Even
though it sounded so strange, what if he was
right? What if this theoretically invisible lover
was the one doing everyone in because of
what they‟d done to his human lover, Brenda?
That means he was in very grave danger at
that very instant, because he had dealt badly
with Brenda just like her ex-lovers. But who
would believe him? The cops? They would
simply laugh at him, and rightly so . . . He
looked out of the window.

The two policemen guarding his house had
already woken up and were having an early
morning chat right at his front door. Last
night, when they arrived, he had asked them to
take a room in his apartment but they had
insisted that they must stay outside near their
vehicle and watch out for any intruder. Did
they know that it was possible an evil spirit
had possessed Brenda? He should let them
know why he left her. About her nightly
escapades when they were together, but will
they believe him? This was why he was still
hesitating, because he didn‟t know whether
they would laugh at him or believe him. Surely
they would laugh. They would think he was
losing his mind. Adam walked straight into
the bathroom; it was getting late and he must
rush off to work; the time was 6:28 a.m. and
he had only thirty minutes to get ready for
work. He picked up his toothbrush and
toothpaste and began to brush his teeth in the
bathroom. A half-sized mirror was on the wall
directly opposite him. He suddenly felt a
creepy s£nsat!on run through him. There was
a sudden strange calmness in the bathroom
atmosphere. He stopped, looked up and
around him but saw nothing.

Inspector Jack‟s story was really getting at
him, he thought. Then he asked himself why
he was allowing himself to get afraid. He
continued to brush his teeth. He felt the
s£nsat!on again. Something strange was
happening, he thought. Fear gripped him and
his heart rate began to beat faster.

The temperature in the bathroom dropped, and the cold calm became unbearable. Adam wasn‟t
willing to take any chances. He stopped
brushing his mouth and without bothering to
rinse them, made for the door.
He had barely taken two steps when
something unimaginably strong gripped him
by the neck. The grip was so tight that he
instantly began to suffocate with signs of
strain showing on his face. He began to fight
uncontrollably for life with all his might. The
unseen hand lifted him up and with high
velocity, slammed his head on the mirror,
shattering the mirror glass and immensely
fracturing the back of his skull. His head was
continuously slammed on the wall space
between the mirror frame. Adam felt the
unbearable pain of each slam until the life in
his body s----d away.

His lifeless body slumped to the ground on
the broken pieces of glasses littering the
bathroom floor, leaving a thick stain of blood
on the white-tiled bathroom wall. The two
policemen outside heard the noise made by
the shattering glasses somewhere in the
house. Without wasting any time, they quickly
rushed into the house, shouting Adam‟s name.
“Check in the bedroom, let me go this way,”
one of the officers said, with a gun in his
hand. The officer that checked the bedroom
went straight to the bathroom after seeing
that the bedroom was empty. Adam‟s body
was lying lifeless in his own pool of blood. * *
* Brenda opened her eyes and faced Jane‟s
stare. She was sweating. “What happened?”
she managed to ask. “I don‟t know, perhaps
you should tell me,” Jane said. Her legs were
shaking. “Something is wrong with me Jane, I
feel so weak.”

“You just called out Adam‟s name. Should I
expect him to mysteriously turn up dead any
moment from now?” coldly whispered Jane.
She knew she sounded angry and uncaring,
but she thought she was justified in feeling
like this. She had woken up at exactly 6.20
a.m. to prepare for work. She had had a
sleepless night thinking of what to make out
of Brenda‟s case.

This had resulted in her having strange
dreams. She had even felt worse on hearing
that the cops had deemed it important to
interrogate Brenda about the murders. Now
this. “Please, Jane . . . what happened?”
begged her friend, and she cleared her throat.
“Moments after I woke up this morning,” she
began, “I had tiptoed into your room to make
sure you were okay, and . . . ” she trailed off,
blinking back tears as she gaped at Brenda.
Jane had never known any friend like Brenda.
She didn‟t think any of her sisters were as
close to her as Brenda was and all her life,
she had never seen Brenda hurt anybody. Oh
God, she thought as she stared at her friend.
What had Brenda gotten herself into? Who
was Cain? Did Michael have anything to do
with all this? “Go on?” Brenda was waiting for
her to continue. “Then . . . Then I remembered
you were now a working class lady and wasn‟t
supposed to be asleep this late in the morning
. . . ” Again, she trailed off. “And?” “And I
woke you up,” Jane said. “You . . .

You woke up and stretched yourself while still
on the bed, complaining about not having to
wake up early like me since you have not fully
resumed duty. Then you asked me about the
time . . .
“I told you the time. 6:30 a.m. Then you stood
up from the bed and stretched yourself once
again while standing. Then all of a sudden,
you held your right hand to your head. At
first, I thought you were having a silent
prayer, but I thought otherwise when . . . when
you proceeded to lazily sit back on the bed
and gently lie down again. Then . . . Then your
head started swinging and you seemed
extremely weak. You began to stir a little
violently on the bed, rolling restlessly from
one end to another. I . . . I couldn‟t believe
this was happening. My heart was beating
three times faster than usual.