”I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn’t. It excites me. I’m in Plato’s cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them.”

— Nenia Campbell, Fearscape( Horrorscape# 1)

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THE whooshing of the wind and the loud banging of the door against the doorsill startled Olamma from her sleep. She fluttered her eyes open and rose up from the mat spread on the cold, concrete floor. Ordinarily, a child of her age would have let out a shrill cry upon waking up and not seeing her mother or any member of her family around. She was called ‘Agadi Nwanyi’ (Old Woman) by the members of her family because of her unusual calm disposition and wisdom. She hardly played with her mates, hardly talked and hardly smiled. Her father once said that the gods had come to sojourn in his family in the form of his daughter.

She took the lantern from the centre table where it was kept and stepped outside through the door that was left ajar. She knew that this door was always locked at night, and, so, it was strange to see it open, with her parents and siblings no where to be found.

The cold, violent wind blew on her face as she stepped outside. She gasped, and tightened her grip on the lantern handle. As if ready for a fight, the wind blew again with a greater force, shook the tree branches so hard that they swayed, rustled and shed their leaves. Then, the light in the lantern went off.

Olamma shuddered and bent her head in the dark. She dropped the lantern on the ground, and lifted her face with the blazing eyes of a nocturnal beast to find her elusive assailants and fight them squarely.

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