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I couldn’t contain my anger any more as I vowed never to call her again, “I guess her boyfriend is in control of her life when she’s home” I angrily concluded and resigned into the thought of the event that transpired that morning which again slowly arose my fantasy and a great craving for her beautiful body.



Moments later, my mobile phone rang and the on it appeared a farmiliar number, I picked up the call and heard Ruth voice on the other end of it.

“I’m sorry may I know who I am speaking with?” The femine voice asked politely.

“It’s Abdul!” I sounded confident trying to put my alter ego on the loose.

“Abdul…., Abdul….Abdul from where?”

“Ahh…. Sir, I am very sorry sir, I had forgotten…..,

“That’s alright, I had called earlier but….by the way, who was that guy that picked up my call?”

“That was Michael, my younger brother”

“What took you so…..never mind, I want to see you tonight”

“Why….I hope all is well sir?”

“All is well, just that…, ehmm….actually I miss you”

“Okay sir…..Thank you sir, but I won’t be free tonight”

“And why is that?”

“I will be going for evening fellowship in church sir”

“Oh!!...., fellowship in church, I see. Till tomorrow in school then?”

“Yes sir”

“Remember to pray for me while in church and by the way, call me Abdul”

“I will sir….sorry sir….I mean Abdul”

“No problem, I love you” I said and waited anxiously for her response.

“Good night sir!” she hurriedly said while her line went off immediately.



I dialed her number several times but it kept telling me it’s ‘Switch-off’. I felt something wasn’t in place so I sent her a message letting her know how unhappy I am with her action. I lay on my bed that night with a heart filled with fantasies of Ruth and I making sweet love in a room filled with lighted-caddles, rose flowers, bottle of wine, cold weather….. I slowly drifted into sleep and woke-up the next morning to find my boxers filled with white-sticky substance.



As Mr. Salisu made a halt of the black ‘Range Rover’ by the parking lot, I ordered him go tell Miss. Ruth to come see me in my office. As I sat on my roller-costar chair with great anticipation of seeing Ruth walk through my office door, I was disappointed to see Mr. Salisu’s old tribal marked face instead as he made his way to me to inform me of her absence in school.

“What!!...., but this is thirty-two minutes pass eight” I looked through my wrist-watch.

“But she never come late like dis before” Mr. Salisu sounded concerned

“So what does that mean, that she won’t be coming for work today?”

“Oga I no know”

As I brought out my phone to call Ruth, she walked in and greeted Mr. Salisu and I casually. Ruth apologiesed and blamed her lateness on a terrible traffic caused by an accident while on her way. Mr. Salisu walked out of the office and I was left alone with a girl who’s thought I couldn’t forgo. I calmly walked to her direction and stood in front of her, I felt her warm breath upon my face as I looked down into those goegiouse eyes of hers and likewise, she also looked up to me in anticipation like a puppy in need of feeding. At that moment, I realized Ruth was more beautiful than I had earlier thought, I realized she ought not to be a cleaner in the school but a model in one of the covers for fashion magazines.

“How do I punish you for late coming?” I rythorically asked as I held her gently by her curvy waist

“I am very sorry sir” she quietly said as she looked away

“Look into my eyes while I speak to you” I held her chin and forced my lips into hers. Just like I had expected, she held my suit tight making me press my chest upon her already swollen bosom. I must have unconsciously slipped one of my hands into her skit from below for I felt the warmness and smoothness of her thighs as she gently but passionately moaned.

“Abdul please stop…., please let’s stop it!!” she ‘plead-fully’ whispered into my ear as she firmly held my wandering hand from going any further.

“Ruth please let me have you, let me have you to myself” I whispered as I try to catch my breath.

Ruth place one of her hands on my cheek and stared intensely into my eyes like a sought of foreseer, she kept staring for few seconds and that got the impatient and uncomfortable side of me.

“Say something, don’t just….” I broke the awkward silence in the room.

“you are a good man but I…I… I can’t do it sir”

“Ruth why are you being wicked to me?” I asked angrily

“I wish I can explain but it’s complicated”

“Just spit it out, in fact I love complicated issues” I boldly lied to her face as I try to maintain my innocent outlook.

“I can’t sir” Ruth said with a tone of finality.



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For more than a month, Ruth must have made it her priority to causing me an emotional torture as I couldn’t help but see her face in everything I do. When I slept, while I ate, while her read, when I try addressing other staffs, while watching television, even while going through the dailies…..I think of her, I think of Ruth. I try to distract myself off her thought by engaging myself on physical exercise and try concentrate on work as prescribed by an on-line article but it rather got worst.

I had try promised myself to keep my dignity by putting an end to any sought of cordial relationship and by maintaining a strict ‘Boss-to-employee’ relation between Ruth and I. Likewise, Ruth unknowing helped keep my vow for she avoided me all through like a plague. I gradually became a shadow of myself and something reminisces on what was ‘complicated’ in the life of Ruth.

“Was she just toying with me by playing the hard to get or what?” I must have thought aloud as I gulped down the remains of ‘Don Simon’ from my cup.

I was all alone in my father’s mansion with no one to keep company, even though I had always preferred being on own, that night was different for I felt lonely and needed Ruth by my side, I needed to touch, I needed to caress, I needed her kiss, I needed to smell her aura, I needed her to lay on my bed with no clothes on, I needed her to quench my thirst for seex that night, I needed her to…… I needed Ruth so badly.

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NOTE: This write-up haven't been edited in any form, so beware of grammatical errors. (I get it typed using my nokia phone).

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FEW YEARS BACK



Linda was a beautiful and ambitious young lady from the east who was determine to succeed in life, she had struggled to sponsor herself through school due to the poor financial state of her parents, she did all sought of odd jobs during her university days till she graduated second class upper in accounting, her happiness knew no bound when she was posted to the Federal Capital Territory for her one year youth mandatory service (NYSC). Immediately after her service year, she secured a banking job into a new generation bank as a marketer with her first monthly target of 3million naira.

“Where do they expect I get that sum of money from?” She asked her colleague Yemisi in disbelief.

“This is Abuja, 3million target shouldn’t be so difficult for you to bring in and besides, you have got all the features to make far more than your target” Yemisi said.

“What do you mean?... I don’t get you”

“Come let me tell you” Yemisi beckoned to Linda to come closer, she whispered something into her hearing which definitely took Linda by surprise as she screamed “God forbid, over my dead body!!!” Almost everyone in the bank arena was taken aback at such rude exclamation from Linda, she apologized and walked quick into the restroom where she was later joined by Yemisi who looked furious.

“What just happened out there, are you trying to expose me to the world, I thought I could give you a sisterly advice” Yemisi busted in anger.

“Sisterly advice indeed, how would you advice me to get involved in such an act?” Linda asked rithorically.

“Abeg wait o!, how do you intend to meet the target when you don’t have a wealthy family member or friends who would come deposit million at a time?” asked Yemisi in her satiric tone.

“Of course I will use my marketing skill to convince potential client in banking with us” Linda innocently said.

“And is that all?” Yemisi asked hoping to hear more of Linda’s marketing ideas.

“Yes!” Linda simply affirmed.

“Okay o, by d time u don use dat ur two legs waka Abuja without meeting your target, I’m sure the bank will be glad to show you it exit door and allow someone else in. How do you think other pretty ladies here got their promotion so fast with less hustle….sidon der, I pity you” she concluded and dashed out of the restroom leaving Linda in a reminisce state of mind.

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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, NO PART OF IT IS TRUE AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT ARE IMAGINARY.

WRITTEN BY : OMOTAYO Taofiq SULEMAN
CONTACT: osuleman11@gmail.com
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I hear ‘Love’ is one of the greatest distraction of mankind and truly it was for I am now a victim. I had not seen her since the first day we met and since then, I had greater emotional torment of her beauty and that had discouraged me to go in pursuit of her.



“Mr. Salisu, I want you to help me go fetch for Miss. Ruth Odeolu immediately” I said to my driver as he maneuvered the car and I into the school premises.

“ Oga, fetch ke?” Mr. Salisu emphasized with confusion on his face.

“go and call, go help me call miss. Ruth, and I think she is the cleaner for….” I try explain

“Ahhh Ruth! Oga shey no be Miss World?” he asked like I knew what he was talking about

“Is that the name she goes by?” I tactically asked

“No oga, na we give her the name o, but her real name na just Ruth” Salisu explained.

“and why did you choose to call her by that name? I must have asked in a tone filled with slight anger

“Oga no be only me o, na all the staffs dey call her like that” he spoke defensively for he sensed the anger in my tone.

“and why did you all choose to call her by that name?” I asked in the same pace of tone for this time I was really angry and a bit jealous.

“she…na because….oga na because the girl fine well-well and she fit speak grammar pass Queen of England.

“Does she have a boy-friend?” I asked unconsciously due to the great feeling of jealousy that enveloped me at that instant. Mr. Salisu must have been taken by surprise with my question as exclamated before giving me what I was hoping to hear.

“Ahhh! Oga nooo, that girl na good girl, I no think sey she get any boy-friend because I never see her with any boy before, she dey always go her own jeje”

“Tell her I will be in me office waiting for her” I opened the door and walked like the boos that I am into the administrative block where my office is.



My heart almost jumped out of my mouth as I set my eyes on her pretty being, I felt more and more uncomfortable with every step she took towards my direction. She looked so beautiful even as she try hard to keep her dress sense very simple. I wanted to compliment her on her beauty but had to caution myself, for my father wouldn’t agree to it either (call me daddy’s pet if you like; it’s none of my concern).

“Good morning Miss. Ruth” I greeted

“Good morning sir” she reciprocated

“And how was your weekend?” I asked

“Very fine sir, and yours sir?”

“wonderful, ehmm…so… so next week would be the exam?” I try coming up with something

“Yes sir, I would be leaving to Ilorin on Thursday evening”

“who will you be staying with over there?” I asked with a concerned intent.

“With a friend of mine”

“Your boy-friend?” I couldn’t help the jealousy in me but ask

“No sir, she is a female friend of mine who stays in one of the hostels in the University and I hope to pass the night at her place” she looked into my eyes as she explained to me ignorantly.

“You know it’s important that the school management knows the whereabouts of it staffs” I lied.

“I understand sir”

I lean forward upon the glass table in front of me and surmon the little courage inside of me to say “Ehmm, Ruth there is something I had wanted to talk to you about”

“What is it about sir?” I guess she must have thought it was her job related issue with the tone and shocking facial expression that accompanied her question.

I slowly walked up to her like a doctor who is to examine his patient, sat on the chair next to her, held her hands tenderly, looked directly into her beautiful eyeballs as she stared into mine with greater curiosity and I gently whispered into her right ears “Don’t call me sir, Just call me Abdul”



“Okay sir….sorry, I meant Okay Abdul” Ruth corrected.

I could see Ruth wasn’t comfortable with the new development; she looked tense and was in a hurry to almost run out of my presence like a threatened child, she kept avoiding eye contact with me either by stairing at my table, her leather shoe, her silver coloured wrist-watch or any other place within the office. I kept my eyes fixed upon her pink coloured lips, with all sought of sensual and romantic thought flashing across my head, I wish I could stop myself from those thoughts but I couldn’t because it was too late. Like a flash it happened as my lips where already buried upon Ruth’s lips. It was a deep kiss which Ruth couldn’t resist after she tried to. I loved it, I loved her lips, I loved the taste of her saliva, I loved the aura in which she smells, I loved the succulence of her lips, I loved the smoothness of her skin, I loved everything about her, I loved Ruth.

“Ruth I love you and I love you so much, I want you to…..” I try pouring out my heart to her when she placed her finger across my lips.

“Shuuuu!, there is no way sir, I mean Abdul” she whispered in a tone that triggered my fantasy

“But why, do you already have a fiancée?” I asked with an angered filled tone

“No I don’t”

“A boyfriend?”

“Not really…. I mean no”

“so why won’t you allow me have you?” I asked as I hope to make an eye contact with her.

“But you….you ….you are my boss”

“And so?”

“you….you are a muslim”

“And so, my religion won’t stop me from loving you?”

“well….ehmmm….actually I am….” Before she could finish her sentence, I had practically captured her lips into my mouth, the kiss was far deeper than the previous one, I could feel she loved every moment of it as she had her eyes closed and held me firm like she won’t let me withdraw from her. I held her arms in return and kissed every angle of her neck, kissed her chin, kissed her eyes, kissed her nose, kissed her ears, chewed her lips and tongue. After about three minutes of intense kissing, she suddenly withdrew from me like a lunatic who had just been cured of her sickness.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do it sir” she dashed out from my presence and from my office.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, I couldn’t belief what just happened, I couldn’t believe how Ruth was into me for a moment and could easily put off from me in the next without my consent, I couldn’t belief how fast and deep I had fallen in love with Ruth within seconds and how fast and deep she had hurt me within seconds. I stood still for few seconds watching as my office door closes slowly after the exit of Ruth.

“Could this be love?” I rythorically finalized as I was determine to get in touch with her after the day’s job.



I found Ruth’s mobile number and house address, courtesy of the staffs documentation file which was in my office. I waited till the evening at exactly 5p.m before giving her a call, her number went through but was received by a masculine voice who told me to call back again in few minutes.

“How could she leave her phone for a guy to pick it up…., could that be her boyfriend…., or could that be her fiancée or that might be her…..?” my jealous mind pondered while I waited for ‘few minutes’. I dialed her number again and was received by that same masculine voice.

“May I know who I am speaking with?” I ordered

“Just call her back?” the masculine voice on the other side of the line hurriedly spoke

“But you said I should……” I tried to explain when the line went off from the other end.

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“Linda No!!”…..Ibrahim screamed into reality, he couldn’t belief he just had a dream which is scarier than a scene in a very horrific movie. Ibrahim was sweating profusely even as the air-conditional was on, he could still feel his heart beating at a very fast pace, he felt the dream he heard was too real to be a dream, he felt the physical pain as a result of the wind that stuck him to the ground in his dream. He quickly looked around to be sure he was alone in the room and yes he was alone but he had a strange feeling someone was looking at him and that got him more scared and uncomfortable. He could feel an invisible force was present in his house but wasn’t sure. Slowly, he crawled off his bed in his pajamas, went into his living room, his kitchen, his other two rooms, searched around for any weird thing but found none. The night was cold and windy as the sky was already threatening to pour down rain due to the heavy thunder and lightning. Ibrahim was convinced it was only a nightmare due to stress but as he walked towards his room, he imagined the horrific scene of Linda’s appearance, he shivered in fear and disgust wondering how a lady he had murdered and buried years ago would suddenly appear in his dream. Ibrahim walked into his room relieved, he secured the lock to his room and turned to lay on his bed but was suddenly met with shock when sighted the image of a bruised unclothed body with whose face slowly raising up to meet his, Ibrahim was face-to-face with horror as he stood still and totally helpless. Ibrahim couldn’t find his voice as he made to scream and couldn’t find his feet as he made to move, a heavy wind blew carelessly into his room which caused a sudden power outage, the room went dark and Ibrahim was forced to rely on the illuminating effect of the thunder lightning in seeing the horror that had come visit. As the lighting occasionally strikes in the presence of darken room, Ibrahim saw the horrific figure slowly walking towards him with it bloody eyes fixed upon him. Ibrahim knew it was over, it was obvious Linda’s spirit was on the hunt for revenge.



The next morning, the compound was wet with the heavy rain that had poured the night before, Ali had knocked on his boss’s door that morning but got no response, he felt his ‘Oga’ must still be asleep so he left to come back an hour time but after more hours which led to the evening with his ‘Oga’ still sleep, he decided to force the door open and what he saw made him scream for help.
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I watched as her remains was gradually lowered into mother-earth, I watched as friends and family all cried for her early demise, I watched as her mother poured a handful of the earth on the coffin, I watched as the presiding pastor gave his concluding sermon for the burial session, I watched as everyone regrettably turned their backs to go home. I stood still beside her grave, I never wanted to leave her there alone, I wish I could forever keep her company, I wish I had paid more attension to her while I could still be of help, I wish I hadn’t pushed her away when she needed a hug, I wish I was there by her side when she needed me most, I wish I was there for her when she needed someone to help share her problems with, I wish I was…… it’s too late for any amends, it’s far too late to bring her back to life. I stood by her grave hoping she could listen to my plea and forgive me for how stupid I was with my decisions which had led her to her death. I am all to blame; I am solely responsible for the death of the girl who was once the only light amongst my darkness.

“Miss. Ruth Aina Odeolu

1991-2012

May your soul rest in peace”



One year Ago

I had just finished my one year mandatory youth service in Abuja and had to come back home, my father had insisted I come back to Lagos to watch over his business, it was a big school of his he had wanted me to manage. As a fresh graduate of ‘Business Management’, I was a perfect fit for a school administrator. My father practically wanted me to handle every financial and administrative works of the school; the old man has got a lot of other businesses to handle both in the international and local scene. As the only son of an ambitious business tycoon, I surely have to get myself groomed up for the works, money and pleasures ahead.



On a Monday morning, every teaching and non-teaching staffs of ‘Greenland Comprehensive Schools’ were gathered in the board room for a very important and urgent meeting. I was introduced to everyone by my father as the new administrator of the school and in return was a thunderous clap and a standing ovation by everyone present. Even though I was happy with my father’s action, I still questioned my ability for the readiness of such authority within one of the prestigious comparative schools within the county. Every staff walked up to me for a congratulatory hand-shake and had to introduced him/her self before going back to their seats. Even though I was nervous with a cold palm and a raised heart-beat, I had to do what I had to do and that was to give a short appreciation speech to about fifty-four strange faces who all had their attention shifted towards me and that I did without an iota of conflicting words and a tone that commands authority.



A week had passed and I was left alone by my father who had by then travelled out of the country to the United Kingdom for a business trip. He surely won’t be coming home any time soon going by our discussion a week ago. He had made me promise not to ruin the glory of the school he had struggled to uplift for about three decades and that I should act like a true leader in his absence. I had to bring my ‘A-game’ to the managerial aspect of the school which seems more of a colony on its own. The school already has a well mapped out managerial structure, all thanks to my father. Every staff of the school were diligent and dedicated to his or her work and they all seem to cooperate with me in every of my decisions even though most of them were more matured and experienced than I was.



Two weeks of me being the school administrator and I had begin to blend in wonderfully, thanks to the cooperating staffs. I was alone in my well furnished office and going through the school weekly report when I heard a soft knock upon my door.

“You may come in” I said as I still kept my eyes and mind glued to what lies on my table.

“Good morning sir!” a famine voice greeted.

I raised up my head from what I was reading to see a young and beautiful lady standing in front of me with her hands at her back and her head still bow which I assumed was a sign of respect. I was a little bit nervous by her sudden presence in front of me but I had control myself….for I am now a boss.

“Good morning Ma, you can have your sit” I point to one of the two executive chairs in front of me.

“Thank you sir” she said before sitting down.

“And how may I be of any help to you Ma?” I asked the beautiful but unfamiliar face sitting in front of me.

“Sir, please I will like to submit my letter of notification to you” she stretched forth a white envelope.

“What letter of notification?” I must have looked ignorant as I collected the letter from her.

“That I won’t be coming to work next week”

“Which work?” still looking lost.

She seem not to understand my last question for she gave a ‘don’t-you-know-me’ look, but I truly don’t know her from Adam. It took me another extra look at her to realized she was wearing the uniform meant for the school cleaners in the basic section. I could swear by anything that I had never had thought of her as a cleaner.

“Are you…I mean do you work here?” I had to ask

“Yes sir, I work here” she still kept her face downward.

“….And as a cleaner?”

“Yes sir, I am the cleaner for Basic two” she spoke very gently and calmly like she had to pick every of her words before spoken.

I looked at the young lady sitting infront of me and I can’t deny the fact that she is one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever and could ever see. She made a pony-tail off her very dark hair, she was light in complexion, she had a very pink lips, she had a small and pointed nose, she had a dark and well shaped eye lashes above her brownish eye lens and what captivated me the most was a small dark dot above her lips which made her beauty so unique from any I had seen. She was a total definition of beauty with a slit make-up on her.

“You are so beautiful” I must have silently spill out my thought unconsciously

“Sir?” she tried to ask of what I had said

“Never mind” I adjusted myself on my sit and try to be in control of my emotions. I therefore opened to letter to read it content.

“So you are Miss. Ruth Odeolu?” I asked with my eyes still fixed to the letter at hand

“Yes Sir!”

“And you want the school management to lend you the sum of five thousand-five hundred naira and to also grant you a day off from work?”

“Yes sir!” she replied with a more quiet and withdrawn tone.

I rose up my head to meet her eyes staring into mine, her eyes said it all, she wanted her request granted desperately and could understand perfectly why. Miss. Ruth here wanted to use the money and the day off work for her upcoming ‘JAMB’ exam which was slated for about two weeks ahead.

I approved of her letter and likewise wrote for her a note to go give the school financial accountant who would know what to do with it.

“Thank you so much sir” she said and stood up to go

“Which of the higher institution are you pursuing?” I try to bring up a relating conversation just to keep her in my sight

“University of Ilorin sir”

“Wow! That is very good, so what course was it you applied for? I asked the next logic question

“Mass Communication sir”

“Nice course it is, I hope to see you around before the exam” I must have said that again unconsciously forgetting I was her boss and not meant to create too much emotional attachment (my father taught me that).

“Hopefully sir” she said and practically ran out of my office. I guess I must have delayed her with my unnecessary questioning while she has got work to return to.

Throughout that day, I couldn’t get Ruth out of my mind, that was the first time I felt so attached to her and that was strange for me.





One week had passed and everything had being going according to school managerial plan but I had a personal problem and that was Miss. Ruth. I couldn’t seem to get her off my mind. I had kept thinking about her, I had kept imaging her and in fact, I had regular dreams of her throughout my nights of sleep.

“Oh my God!, I do not want to fall in love, I hear ‘Love’ is one of the greatest distraction of mankind and truly it was..

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Dead O’Clock

The sound of the thunder woke him up into the midnight, he stood up to go ease himself in the toilet. Sluggishly he walked towards the door leading to the toilet but suddenly he heard the sound of a running footsteps in his living-room, his heart skipped a beat due to fear, he summoned up courage and tip-toed towards where the sound was coming from, the closer he get, the louder the sound of running footsteps. He wondered who could be running in his living room in the middle of the night. Slowly he peeped through his transparent curtain which leds to his living-room but to his surprise, there was no one at sight and the sound of the running footsteps suddenly went halt. He checked every nock and cranny of his luxurious parlor to find the intruder but there was none. As he was still searching, he heard another sound coming from his bedroom which he just left, this time it was the sound of laughter, he heard someone laughing ridiculousely, he was sure there was no one in his apartment apart from himself. He rushed go get a table-knife and fearfully tip-toed towards his bedroom. Slowly, he opened the door and the sound of laughter suddenly stopped. He searched his room to find the person who was laughing but found nothing then all of a sudden; he heard the sound of someone crying in his kitchen, now he became more terrified and tensed as he slowly found his way towards his kitchen. With the knife in his hand, he nervously kicked open the door to the kitchen and the crying noise stopped. He walked into the kitchen to search for the person but found none. He wondered what was happening and felt so scared and insecure with only a small table knife for his defense. Someone knocked gently at his entrance door; he hesitated to saying a word for a while as he wondered who would come visit him at mid-night if no armed robbers but thought otherwise by asking whom it was.

“It is the post-man….and I have got a message for you” a man’s voice replied

The man with the table knife was convinced he is save, he moved closer towards the door and opened, to his relief he truly saw a neatly dressed young man in a uniform beaming with smiles

“Good day sir, Are you Mr. Ibrahim Oladipupo?” the post-man politely asked.

“Yes I am” the man with the table-knife affirmed.

“Sign here sir” the post man indicated to Mr. Ibrahim on a spot on a paper where he was to sign. Ibrahim was handed a letter and before he could thank the post-man, the post-man vanished into thin air. Ibrahim rushed in as he locked the door, he was scared to the bone, he surely have had enough of the terror for one night, he opened the letter to read it content and it simply read: “It is Dead O’Clock, it is Time”. As Ibrahim was still trying to figure out what the content of the letter means, he saw an unclothed young lady with bruises all over her skin slowly walking towards him, she looked horrific as blood gushed from an opening in her throat, her face swollen, her left leg broken and her virginal had deep bruises. Ibrahim couldn’t belief his eyes, he remembered the lady, he was filled with terror and covered with shame. He couldn’t run as he felt his legs stuck to the ground.

“You….you….what are you doing here, I thought I killed you?” Ibrahim screamed pointing to the lady

“You had my body, not my soul….now it is Dead O’Clock, it is Time!!” the lady said. Suddenly a great wind blew across the room, carrying Ibrahim off the ground and hit him vigorously to the ground.

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What i'm reading is good but u can do better
Try challeng urself with unpridictable story-line and slightly improve on diction.....since u've invited 'Gurus' (my ogas at d top) into ur home then be assured of positive critizism.

This is a story of a successful man whose horror started one night due to a secret he himself never expected would come back to hunt him soo deadly after so many years.

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Honestly i wish i could continue my write up but
How could some blogs and web-sites copy my stories without acknowledging me? And they claim to own it....chai, there is God o!

But i promise to resume soon.

How could some blogs and web-sites copy my stories without acknowledging me?....chai, there is God o!

But i promise to resume soon.