swtdarling: nice!!!....am even scared on behalf of eric...can't wait!!!

vilively:

My dear I folo u fear 4 am...its going to b crazy

naijasexy: …..And so they drove home in utter silence, well not totally- as Eric had tried to bring up a couple of topics for them to discuss, but he’d given up when Eniola appeared completely uninterested, and all efforts to arouse her interest had been frustrated by her irritating monosyllabic replies to his questions.

When Eric pulled over in front of the gate, Eniola shocked Eric by marching straight up to his flat before he could call her back. Without locking up his car, he ran into the gate, across his compound, after Eny.

“Eny, why are you walking fast,” He asked in a bid to slow her down. “Please wait, let’s talk downstairs for a while before we go upstairs.” He was answered by a hiss and a venomous glare. He began to suspect that she had somehow discovered that her sister was in his flat, but waved off the idea from his mind when he couldn’t reason any avenue through which she might have found out. Then he remembered! His phone! He hadn’t thought to check if he had receive any message or missed any calls when he was on one of his pretentious loo visits.

He flew through the stairs and caught the sleeve of Eny’s shirt between his fingers.
“Eniola, don’t go in just yet.” He said, holding her against the ceiling-high railing of his balcony. “I can explain.”

“What now? What is the problem? I have not demanded any explanations Eric, so what are you explaining?”

“I know that you know.” His throat instantly became dry and tight. “I know you know Eny, and I am sorry.”

“Eric, please let me go in. I don’t know what you are talking about.” Eny said, nudging him with her elbow but Eric didn’t budge. “Eric what is wrong with you? I said let me go. What’s this strange behaviour about?”

“Eniola please forgive me.” Both of them stood still and turned their faces towards the door as they heard it unlatch from within.

“Don’t open the door.” Eric yelled to the person inside. “Do not come out.”

“Why?” The person asked. “Are you with someone?”

“That voice sounds familiar.” Said Eny. “That voice sounds like someone I know.”

“What’s happening there?” Shade called from inside. “You still have not told me why I shouldn’t open.”

“That sounds like Shade now! That is the voice of my elder sister Shade.” Eny reasoned. “You didn’t tell me you had her o-v-e-r” she dragged on the last word and cocked her head to look at a ghostly-looking Eric. “Hahahaaaha..” Eny’s laugh resembled that of a lunatic. “ Shade was the one that sent you that message right?”

“Wha.. wha.. what message?” Eric enquired.

Without saying another word, Eny reached into the side pocket of her purse and pulled out her copy the apartment key. “You would soon know what message.” She said as she inserted the key to unlock the door.

naijasexy: ^^ I dey come!

Kinda busy now but would start soon.

bittyend:

You no dey tire for story? Abeg, bring your nyash here make I teach you hos to dougie jare.

ayobase:
U try am....u hang there forever!

naijasexy: Although Eny had succeeded in unlocking the door, she couldn’t gain access into the apartment because of the latch on the door that remained fastened. She began banging on the door.

“Shade, I know you are the one oo. Open the door.” She paced the corridor where they stood, breathing heavily as she walked back and forth and tried again. “Shade, if you know you are woman enough, open this door o.” When Eniola’s hands begun to hurt, she turned to Eric. “Wouldn’t your wife to open up? Are we going to pass the night here?”

Eric could taste the blood he’d drawn out from biting too hard on his bottom lip. He’d let the situation grow out of his control and he knew Eny would unleash all the demons that resided in her if she met Shade inside. “Eniola, calm down. Calm down please. You have to promise me something.”

“Enough of the promises abeg.” Eny screamed, eyes closed and hands held up. Her face was taut and moist with sweat and her eyes were reddening from the rage that had overwhelmed her. “Just tell her to open the dam.n door.”

“Okay, okay, I will. But please when you go in, don’t do anything extreme, I beg you.”

“I have heard.” Her hands rested on her hips which she now bounced up and down. “I won’t do anything insane. Tell her to open up!” She commanded.

“Okay okay.” Eric said. “Shade!” He called once but there was no response. “Shade!!” He called the second time. “Are you there?”

“Ehen! What?” Shade answered.

“Open the door please.” Eric pleaded.

“I won’t open it. Let her keep spitting fire there.”

“Shade, I beg you in the name of God oo, just open the door.”

“She can go and die. This door would not be open.”

“She won’t open it abi? Okay.” Eny rushed downstairs and went straight to the backyard to grab the axe that one of Eric’s co-tenant used in splitting wood for cooking.

“No, no, not on my door please.” Eric said when he saw the axe. “You can’t use that on my door.”

“If you come near me..” Eny warned. “If you come near me, hmm, don’t even try it.”

Gbaaam! Eny lifted the axe with all her might and made a small crack through the wooden door. She slammed the axe against the door again and made a bigger crack.

“Eric is she breaking the door or what?” Shade asked from within.

“You would soon know.” Eny answered for Eric. A hole the size of her fist formed with one last hit on the door. She passed her hand through and felt for the leach. Sharp teeth pierced through her skin as her sister bit on her hand, but she remained undeterred. She felt for the bolt and unlatched the door. With her last strength, the pushed to door open and finally, she was standing right across from her sister.

ayobase:

No spectator...neighbour?
Abi na ''to ur tent oh ye Isreal''
method of living!

I trust my area!

naijasexy: ^Sorry dear, I'm on it.

It would be ending with the next couple of posts, so don't worry.
Thanks for your patience.

naijasexy:

I thought of chipping that in but I just let the idea slide. Let's just assume Eric lives in a "paddle your own canoe" neighborhood. lool

bittyend:

When are you going to let me teach you how to dougie, so you can write a story about that?

bittyend:

When are you going to let me teach you how to dougie, so you can write a story about that?