A short story tittled THE GHOUL
Written by Awe Samuel Olutayo(Awesome55)



The wind blowing incessantly as if it want to rain causing the trees to oscillate. The movement of the tree can be likened to someone bowing his head to worship his
king, although myth has it that, when trees are oscillating in such form, they are worshipping their creator(GOD). There was a loud thunder that strikes the earth as if
rapture want to take place or is it that, rain want to fall? The deafening silence dominate the middle of night even makes things worse, the only sound that could be heard was the chirping of some nocturnal birds.
As if on cue, a loud thunder strikes again causing the whole land to reverberate but not a single drop of rain fall down. Suddenly, the rustling of dry leaves and a gentle footstep was heard producing a faint sound but the sound was heard loud and clear due to the serenity of the environment. Who owns that footsteps? A man in hood was seen, he is about 5ft, few inches tall and has a backpack mounted firmly on his back in a way a mother straps her child to her back, the man was with a shovel also, to do what in the middle of the night? Hmmmm....
The man got to a point where he put down his shovel, picked out some tools from his backpack. He dismantled the iron bars that was used to shield something, picked up his shovel and started digging. On that same spot he was digging, a very rich woman was buried there with lots of possessions
like jewelries made of pure gold having 24karat and stack of money was buried with her as well, not in naira but in dollars
(what a waste of resources). As the man continue digging the grave, he stopped abruptly, smiled to himself and mutter some words to himself. He picked up his backpack and started packing all the possessions, starting with the jewelries to the rings, even the woman's costly cloth, packed it into his backpack and zipped it up. From the side of the backpack, he tool a baggo bag out of it and pack all the dollar currency he could find into the baggo bag. He mount his backpack on his back and took his shovel to cover the grave but he decided to adjust the woman normally. As he was doing so, the woman woke up and grabbed his neck and said in a hoarse voice "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PROPERTY?"


This is my first story, so i will like to lots of comment, thanks

Hey, nice intro, hope to read more.