Sandra's Diary III: Life on Campus.
 

  What if your first year on campus wasn’t just about lectures, friends, or freedom… but a battlefield of light and darkness?

Sandra thought stepping into university life would be a fresh chapter — new people, new adventures, and a chance to shine her light for Christ. But from the moment she arrives with her best friend Tony, she senses it: the atmosphere isn’t just strange… it’s spiritually charged.

There’s something off about the school — a heavy cloud hanging over the campus, and a Christian fellowship that sings loud but burns dim. The fire has gone cold, and most believers seem more concerned with appearance than purpose.

Then there’s Anita — Sandra’s moody, mysterious roommate with a past she refuses to talk about and a wall no one has ever dared to climb. But God is already writing something deeper in their stories, and Sandra can feel it in her spirit: she’s not just here to study. She’s here to war.

When whispers in the night grow louder, when spiritual attacks blur the line between dreams and reality, and when secrets hidden beneath the school grounds begin to rise — Sandra must decide:

Will she stand and shine… or shrink and survive?

But when light enters, the hidden begins to make sense.


Tonight, we didn't just open Scripture.


The evening was unusually still. A soft breeze drifted through the open window, pages of my Bible fluttering as if even the wind was trying to read along.


I looked across the room. "Anita, want to join me for my personal study?"


She hesitated, then nodded, curling up on the mattress opposite me.


I smiled. "Don't worry. It's not a 'Pastor Sandra' moment. Just… girl-to-girl, Word-to-heart."


She gave a soft chuckle. "Alright. Hit me."


We opened to 2 Kings 6 — the story of Elisha and the chariots of fire.


"'Don't be afraid,' the prophet answered. 'Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.' And Elisha prayed, 'Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.'"


"I… I've read that before. But it hits differently now."


She looked down at her fingers, fidgeting with her nails.


"Sandra… I've seen things. For years. Since I was a kid. Not just dreams. Visions. Sometimes when I'm wide awake."


"Dark shadows… light bursting in places. People glowing. Some covered in chains even while laughing. I used to think I was crazy."


She looked up at me, eyes glistening. "But the more we've been praying, the stronger it's become. And lately… I've been seeing things around campus too. Over people. Over places."


I reached for her hand. "Anita, you're not crazy. You're gifted."


"I know so." I smiled. "You're a seer. God shows you what most people can't handle. But that means you're crucial to this battle."


She took a shaky breath, as if something finally clicked inside.


"I've been afraid, Sandra. I didn't ask for it. But… it's like I'm supposed to do something with it."


I nodded. "And you will. But not alone."


That night, we didn't study the Word — we lived it.


And in that tiny hostel room, with flickering light and open Bibles, we became more than friends.


There are battles you don't fight with fists.


And tonight, God revealed that one of us carries eyes sharp enough to see what others fear to face.


Chapter 14 - Eyes that see