⭐ THIS MORNING AS I WAS PREPARING TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WITH AGNES, I SAW A STRANGE SURPRISING MESSAGE ON MY PHONE!

And what happened next sent chills down my spine…

Some mornings begin with sunshine.
Some begin with peace.
This morning began with a message that almost made my spirit leave my body.

Let me explain.

Agnes and I had barely woken up. The weather was cool, the curtains were still half-closed, and the whole house had that quiet morning feel — the kind where you can hear your own heartbeat. We were meant to head to the hospital together, and she was already rushing me as usual.

And yes — before you ask — she slept at my house again.
That girl ehnnn, I’ve said it before: I don’t know if her own house is disturbing her spirit or if my own bed is doing her charm. She will not allow me rest.

But anyway…

As I picked up my  phone to check the time, the screen lit up with a message that froze me right where I stood.

A message I didn’t expect.
A message that screamed trouble.
A message that did not make sense.

It read:

“Good morning. Please can we talk?
You should know me before…
I’m Benita’s boyfriend.”

My mouth opened on its own.
Air refused to come out.
My chest did gbim.
My head did tim-tim-tim.

I blinked twice.
Screen didn’t change.
Same message. Same sender.

There could only be one person behind that message —
Raph.

The same Raph that Benita introduced to us.
The same Raph that always carried his shoulders like he borrowed them from the military.
The same Raph that looked at me with suspicion every time I breathed too close to him.

Why would he message me?
Why this early morning?
Why now?

Agnes noticed instantly. Because of course she did. That girl watches me like CCTV.

She paused, stared at me and asked:

“What is it? Why are you looking at your phone like that?”

I didn’t want to tell her at first.
Not because I was hiding anything — but because I knew how Agnes behaves. She has coconut head. She acts tough but her heart is too soft; she will go and tell Benita immediately without meaning to.

So I told her:

“Please, don’t tell Benita.”

Then I showed her the message.

Her reaction?

She hissed, rolled her eyes, and said:

“Hmmm, are you sure it’s not one of your Surgeonites doing prank?”

I looked at her.
She looked at me.
Both of us looked at the phone.

“Agnes, no prank. I know this is Raph.”

“Okay… but what does he want to tell you?”

I rubbed my forehead, pacing up and down the room like someone waiting for a court judgment.

“I don’t know… and honestly, I don’t want to know.”

“Well… maybe you should go and see him. Who knows what he wants to say?”

I nearly fainted.

“Agnes! You want me to go and meet a stranger — someone who obviously doesn’t like me — alone?”

Her reply?

She shrugged.

“Everyone has enemies. But if you’re always suspicious, how will you make new friends?”

I looked at her with that face that says: Are you hearing yourself?

She continued:

“If I had doubted you the day we met, would I have known you would be the best thing that ever happened to me?”

See romantic line o.
If not for tension, I would have blushed.

But this wasn’t about romance.
This was about danger.

Deadly danger.

What Agnes didn’t know — because I never told her — is that I had been recording Raph the other day when he was with that suspicious lady he carried in his car. Maybe he saw me. Maybe he suspected me. Maybe he followed me that day.

Maybe…

Just maybe…

This message was not an invitation.
It was a warning.

Or worse — a trap.

🔥 THE QUESTIONS THAT KEPT HUNTING MY MIND

Why would Raph want to see me?

Did he find out I recorded him?

Did someone tell him?

Does he think I know something?

Did he discover something I wasn’t supposed to?

Or…

Was this message a test?
A setup?
A threat disguised as a conversation?

Someone who never liked me suddenly wants to “talk”?

My spirit refused to agree.

Agnes still insisted:

“He didn’t hurt me. Why should he hurt you?”

I wanted to shout:

“Agnes!! Because you didn’t record him doing nonsense!”

But I just swallowed it.

She doesn’t know the full story yet…
And telling her now would cause more confusion.

So I simply said:

“Let’s drop it. I’m too busy for this. I’m not going.”

She sighed.

“Just think about it.”

🌙 THE NIGHT BEFORE — THE MISSING PIECE

What Agnes didn’t know was that something had already happened the night before.

When we returned home, tired and stressed, I searched through my bag and realized something terrifying:

Mama’s land document had gone missing.

Gone.
Vanished.
Nowhere to be found.

I searched the bag ten times.
I searched the floor.
I searched the car.
Nothing.

But the small silver key Mama left?
Still in my pocket.

So whoever took the document…
Must have taken it deliberately.

Which brings me back to Raph.

What if the person who stole the document also wanted to lure me out?
What if this was all connected?
What if someone wanted something much bigger?

🪪 THE SURGEONITES MESSAGE… A WARNING TO FOLLOWERS

I don’t say this often but I must say it now:

Some of my followers — the Surgeonites — read these stories every day
AND SCROLL PAST WITHOUT LIKING OR FOLLOWING.

Then they wonder why they “miss chapters.”

Facebook doesn’t show everything to everyone.

It shows it to active followers.

So if you’re reading and smiling and enjoying my stress like Netflix, better follow the page o, unless you want to miss the next twist.

Because trust me:

THIS STORY JUST STARTED.

👀 BACK TO THE PRESENT — THE MESSAGE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

After looking at the message again and again, I felt that heavy, uneasy presence.
You know that feeling that something is wrong?
That quiet whisper in your spirit that says:

“Be careful.”

That was how I felt.

I didn’t reply.
I didn’t delete it.
I didn’t block him.

I simply put the  phone down slowly.

But the universe wasn’t done with me yet.

Because just as Agnes said:

“We’re late, let’s go…”

My phone beeped again.

Another message.

From the same number.

It read:

“Joshua. It’s urgent. Meet me before it’s too late.”

The room fell silent.
Agnes froze.
I stopped breathing for two seconds.

Urgent?
Too late for what?
Did something happen to Benita?
Or was I the one in danger?

A thousand possibilities rushed through my mind like a flood.

And as I stared at the screen, one cold truth hit me:

Whatever was coming next…
Was no longer avoidable.

Whether I liked it or not —
This message was the beginning of something much, much bigger.

Something that might expose secrets.
Something that might reveal enemies.
Something that might change everything.

👁️‍🗨️ TO BE CONTINUED…

Chapter 2 of this story is coming.

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Because the next chapter?

Agnes will hear something she NEVER expected.
And Raph’s true motive will finally come to light.

Stay tuned, Surgeonites.
The storm has only just begun.