The only sound that could be heard was Efe's rapid breath. He had just woken up from a terrible dream. His heart slammed against his chest. He tried to recall his dream but he couldn't at the moment. Dreams were that easy to elude his memory even seconds after waking up.
Just then, he remembered; in his dream, a man, so hefty like twice his size, who had some eccentric attributes like a horn on his nose and his ears on his chest, holding a matchete high up in the air and eyes so determined that not even 200 virgins would stop him, about to lower it onto Efe who begged helplessly on the floor, then he jerked awake. He wondered what the dream meant. Most of his dreams barely had meaning but this one was different, sort of trying to pass a message of an imminent danger.
He glanced at the wall clock; the time was 3:00am. Dead night. His first night in Nigeria. He put on the bedside lamp and wanted to say a little prayer when the curtains swayed lightly, there was lightening and a little thunderstorm outside, and like any other person would, Efe mistook it for the preceding of rainfall. He glanced at the curtain again which, this time, was shaking vigorously as though someone was dancing behind it. He sat up. What sort of drama was this? Then, the lights went off. Since he won the Big Brother Naija prize, he had never had the problem of light; he was able to fill his Mikano generator which now work for 24hours since AEDC wouldn't let Nigerians see better days, so he couldn't understand why the light went off. The light came on again and off again repeatedly.
Efe looked at the wall clock again and found out the most unlikely and grotesque thing ever; the clock which used to have the picture of a fountain at the center now had the face of a baby and blood was dripping from it. For a moment, he became numb. He had always known that Warri was one of the many places in Nigeria where black magic prevailed and he had always known that his success might not sit well some people, if they wanted to take the 25million naira, they could come for it, but that they had to scare the living daylight out of him was what he couldn't understand. His fear rose again when he heard a distant cry of an infant, and by the second, it became more audible as though the baby was coming towards him. Efe stiffened; in his entire life, he had never experienced fear so raw and undiluted.
He picked his Blackberry to call Shehu, his gateman, but it appeared the network was bad. The infant's cry grew more intense, a kind of cry that could slice through a serene peaceful ambience. He felt the goose bumps rise on his skin first before the cold shiver that raced down his spine. He thought of running but wondered where he could possibly run to. The dancing curtains now left their rods and danced towards him, their small ring hooks clinking, they looked like flat marquerades. This was what Efe couldn't imagine was happening. He leapt up, took a heavy metal, and broke the window frame and out he ran screaming Shehu's name all the way

Hmmm. Nna kwantinu

Otitan

But seriously, you've not told us any story here other than his fear.