GHOST SCENE

One bright morning, the son's parents were busy decorating the house with beautiful ornaments. The walls in the living room were painted white, and every corner was filled with chairs. In the centre of the room, a large chocolate cake sat on a glass table, its frosting inscribed with "Happy 7th birthday, son!"

The parents had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and they were eager to make it special for their son. They hoped he would feel loved and appreciated on his big day.

The husband asked his wife to go to their son's room and wake him up. he sat on a comfortable chair, his heart pounding as he waited for his wife and son to arrive. "Wake up, son!" the queen said, tapping Samson's shoulder.

Samson stirred, his eyes still closed. "Mama?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. he greeted her "good morning mummy", "my son how was your night", "it cool mum", "Gah!" Solomon exclaimed, jumping out of bed and running to hug his mother. "Good morning, son!" she said, laughing as he wrapped his arms around her. "Are you saying you've been awake this whole time?"

"Yep!" he said, grinning mischievously. "I just wanted to see what you'd say."

"You little rascal," the mother said, "I have something special planned for you, but it's a surprise," she said with a smile. "Why don't you go get dressed while I wait here?"

"Okay, Mom!" the kids said in unison, running off to the bathroom, a few minutes later, they were both clean and dressed, eager to find out what the surprise was. 

"Okay, now close your eyes," the mother instructed, looking at Samson. "But why?" he asked in a soft voice.

"You have to trust me, dear," she said gently. "Just do as I say."

"Okay, Mum," Samson said, closing his eyes. His brother followed suit, and the two boys stood there, their eyes shut tight. They could hear their mother's footsteps as she led them out of the bedroom.

The boys could tell they were in the hallway, and soon they found themselves in front of a set of double doors which leads to the sitting room.

Solomon's robe was a pristine white, with a red belt tied around his waist. On his chest was a buffalo head symbol, a sign of nobility. His eyes were crystal-white and sharp, his hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was every inch the prince.

Samson's robe was similar, but his eyes were sometimes blue and sometimes white, and his hair curled out in a feather cut. The two brothers were different in many ways, but they were still undeniably related.

  "Surprise!!!" his mom yelled, As he opened his eyes widened in excitement, as the birthday melody was sang to him, he was very happy, his parent both gave him a warm hug wishing him happy birthday, "now Samson let get this cake cut by the call of EMINENT" said the father, he dipped the knife toward the round cake lit with candle and slice, their parents hugged him, and the father spoke up. "Happy birthday, son! I hope you have a wonderful day and that you make lots of happy memories."

Samson turned to his mother and hugged her. She kissed him on the forehead and held him close. "Today is your day, my love," she said. 

"You shall be successful in your academic, you shall live long for your parent", as they all both echoed "amen!!" Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. The family froze, uncertain what to do. They were not expecting any visitors.

The knock came again, this time more urgently. "Who's there?" the father called out. "It me Beckham" he replied, "oh! Your elder brother prince Beckham" said the wife, the children scurried around, taking the baked cake into the dining room, Just as her husband was about to open the door, his wife reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait," she said. "Let me do that for you."

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking at her quizzically.

"Of course," she replied with a smile. "You're the king, after all. You shouldn't have to open your own doors."

"I appreciate that," he said, giving her a grateful nod. "My morning prince", "oh!! Milady, good to see you" "come in" said the wife. As she escorted him toward the parlour

"Welcome, Your Highness," Prince Henry said with a bow. "What's all this for?" he asked, motioning to the decorations and festivities.

"Is it your birthday?" Beckham, Henry's brother, chimed in. "Or is it your wife's?"

The prince shook his head. "No, it's not either of our birthdays. We just wanted to do something nice don't bother. We're always so busy with official duties and ceremonies, we thought it would be nice to do something fun for a change."

There's something I need to talk to you about," Beckham said. "It's very important."

"Go on, my lord," Henry replied, turning his attention fully to his brother.

Meanwhile, Henry's wife was eavesdropping from just outside the room. She strained to hear what they were saying, curious to know what was so urgent.

"You know that our father is getting older," Beckham began. "And as he gets older, I'm worried about who will take the throne when he passes.

"What?" Henry exclaimed. "Are you wishing our father to die? What's wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about?" Beckham asked, taken aback by his brother's reaction. "I'm just trying to be practical. Our father won't live forever, and we need to think about the future of the kingdom."

"How dare you even think such a thing?" Henry said, his face turning red with anger. "And besides, you're not even fit to be king. You don't have any magical abilities."

"You know I could bury you alive with your powers," Beckham said, his voice shaking with rage.

"You would not dare," Henry replied. "I am the king, and you are not."

"You're not fit to be king!" Beckham shouted.

At that moment, henry's wife who's removing the decorations suddenly cried out in pain. "Ouch!" she cried.

Henry immediately ran to her side. "What's wrong, dear?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

She spoke in a hushed voice. "I did it on purpose, I can't tolerate does grievous word" she said. 

"Mama, what's going on?" the children asked, rushing into the room. "We heard your voice from our room. It sounded strange."

"It's nothing, my dears," the mother said "you need to see the doctor for treatment", "okay I will get to him now, want to change my cloth" she said "okay" he replied, "I hope it not too serious" said Beckham, as his is feeling had become more aggressive by the distraction of the conversation.

I'll be going now, Your Majesty." as milady Lovett bowed to him. The children turned back toward their father, but Samson let out a scream. "Papa! Papa! There's a ghost behind your brother's chair!" he shouted.

Their mother ran back into the room. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice full of concern. "What's this about a ghost?" said Beckham, she is holding a dagger toward your collar

"I didn't see anything," said Beckham, looking around the room. "I think Samson must be imagining things."

"No!" Samson cried.

  "I can't see any anything" said the father, which make them to become bemused, "hey! How dare you abuse me? Did you lost your head and mind? You this small brat, who did you think you kidding with?", said prince Beckham, "hey!!!! Never use an odd word against my son", both parent echoed, as Solomon gently hug his little brother so warmly.

  "oh I know you finally insane", said Beckham "get out now with all due respect" he replied, "okay am going!!, am going!!, I couldn't believe what my eyes are seeing right now"as the door slammed behind him, the scene remain scary as the parent turned back to check on their child, "what wrong Samson" his mom knelt down in front of him., as the boy become trembling and feeling scared to see the view of the fairy lady as she disappeared into the thin air so quick.

"Papa! Mama!" Samson exclaimed. "I saw a fairy lady!"

The parent exchanged a puzzled look. "A fairy lady?" he asked., Solomon was standing looking at his brother shivering but couldn't help which makes him unhappy as tears fall down his cheek, "did you know the appearance of the lady", said the mother, everyone in the house couldn't digest what was happening to them at the moment they saw Samson eyes turned blue.

"Papa, she was wearing a black gown with a buffalo symbol on the ribbon in her hair," Samson said. "And she was holding a dagger!"

They looked at each other in alarm. "A black gown?" she asked. "A buffalo symbol?"

"What does it all mean?" his wife asked, her voice trembling.

"It's a ghost!" Solomon said, his eyes wild with fear. "The fairy lady must be here for revenge!"

"How did you know this? get your mouth shut" said the mother, "the boy is making some sense dear, it either something missing or goes wrong, I need to explain these to His majesty as soon as possible, so please take them inside" said the father, "okay sir" she replied.

Their mom led the boys to their room, and laid them down on their bed, covering them with a soft white blanket. She spoke softly, her voice like a lullaby. "My Solomon must be full of wisdom, and my Samson must be strong for our country," she said. "You two are my most precious treasures, and I will always love and protect you."

As she spoke, the boys' eyes began to close. They drifted off to sleep, their worries forgotten. The queen stood there for a moment, watching them as they slept, a smile on her face.

Without a moment's hesitation, the prince leapt onto his horse and galloped toward the palace, his mind racing. As he neared the gates, he noticed.....