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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Somewhere in New York, in a dark central city cinema house, a young man in his early twenties sat an extreme corner in the back rows ogling at striking blond woman of the same age demography sitting beside him. Before the light was out, he had tried to engage her in a conversation but had been unsuccessful. His mouth had suddenly gone dry and his heart pounded furiously. He could only stammer, with his tongue clutching, he was so ashamed of himself. What would his friends say if they know about this ‘situation’, he had always prided himself in the ability to hit at girls anywhere. Easily, the blond is one of the most beautiful women in the world-not with her well sculptured high chick bone, a bronze completion and screaming figure he had observed when she made her entrance. She was extremely sexy in her tight fitting leather miniskirt, plus her evident daring look. Jake Farmer could no longer control himself, the flurry of pictures showing on the screen made no sense to him. The girl next to him oozing sex and attacking chewing gum tartly was getting to him. His groin was beginning to signal a sweet throbbing sensation.
Several times he had been lucky in the cinemas, getting the usual incidental breast brush, some smooching when the girl beside him is naughty and once a ‘hand job’. This girl beside him would not be rushed, he was not sure if her sluttish manners were a common or a tease. The way she made her entrance was sensational: swaying her curvy hips crazily like a model’s, her ample breasts jutting out and bouncing, and her head held up in some form of coital challenge. All the men had turn and starred. She had stood like a mannequin for some moment to locate a seat and miraculously it had been beside him. Immediately she down enveloping him her perfume, he had felt some kind of electric sexual connection plus an animal pull.

He could not hold it anymore; he gave her a long searching look, hoping she would look his way. It always work for him, based on that natural feeling any human being we feel when being watched. After a while she turned towards him- he almost came. It was one of the most sensual smiles he has ever seen on a woman. She has sparkling white set teeth, wide mouth and sensuous lips which promises a lot, and that sexually daring look.

He could not express himself verbally, so he made a sign of coitus. She gave him a sexual smile that ignited tiny sparks in his brain, and then nodded her head towards the door. He got up immediately almost crashing into the person next to him. His arousal was unimaginable. He was shaking so vigorously that his leg wobbles. She got up to follow him.

He ran straight into the lavatory closest to him, and shut the door with a loud bang immediately she got inside with him. He dropped his jeans trouser in mini second and grabbed her, hoping for some heavenly pleasure as she would take on his manhood. She stood looking at him, her sensuous look replaced by a fiery vile look. Then he saw her fangs and the huge inhuman biceps.

Her first slap cut out the scream he was going to make. It sends him hitting the wall with such intensity that made his head a hideous popping sound. He fell on the floor half conscious, but able to witness his own death.

She bent down matching him at eyes level. He could not look at the evil in her eyes as he struggles to beg for his life. She drew him closer and places her lips on his own, and suddenly opened his mouth forcefully with her strong twenty inches long tongue. In one single draw, she siphons all the liquids in his body, leaving him dry and dread. He was dead before she dropped her.

There are over three million beautiful girls like her indifferent race colours, who just flooded the world. Each one with a target of a man per day- you can find them everywhere cinemas, restaurants, schools, malls, trains, even in remote places in the hinter land.

It is the beginning of the end.




CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Sabrina lay unconscious in a hospital bed, surrounded by all sorts of medical gizmos connecting tubes to her body, it was her second day in the hospital.Her parents and some family members sit beside her bed watching her anxiously and praying she opens her eyes soon.

They were at least thankful to God that miraculously she was not burnt to death like the other girls. More surprising is the fact that she did not sustain the smallest of cut or even a scratch from the colossal fire incident. The fire men had found her unconscious in the middle of one of the collapse hostel.

Her parents wanted to take her out of the country immediately, but for the doctor who demanded they allow her stabilize a little before getting the waiting air ambulance to take her. In the last fourty eight hours, she has spoken only one word- Akin!

The hospital they took her was unfortunate to have taken her in as a patient. A lot of things will go wrong, and all the patients inside will have to die- she carries creature now! No one except an old man in that hospital is privy to this. He was determine to fight, but what could a mortal do?

Since her arrival, the hospital has been protected by the messenger. They all look greenish and hideous with long blade like tails. They are all ready to kill at will.

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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Sabrina arrived back at school with mixed feelings, she felt victorious and sad at the same time. She was victorious because one of her enemies is dead, and she is half way to having Akin all to herself. She was sad for two reasons: enemy number two could not be located and dealt with because she was under some impenetrable holy protection, again she knew St Catherine will soon be no more, and there would be lots of deaths, especially her friends. She would have loved to spare them, but their death is written and unavoidable. She was sorry they would all be consumed in the blazing fire.
In the darkness of the raining nights, she crawled back into the hostel through her usual un-burglarized window entrance, where she was met by Chiamaka, and two other girls waiting for her.
‘I knew you are going to come back’ Chiamaka said thrusting her chest forward all knowingly, and immediately helping her friend down from the window sill. For some seconds, Sabrina looked at the trio and felt pity for hem, especially Chiamaka-her best friend. The other two girls are just the school’s most notorious girls, who are actually Chiamaka’s friend. If the trio knew she just killed a woman and had failed in her attempt to kill another, they would have run for their life, breaking the world records in sprints.
‘Was the doctor able to do it?’ Chiamaka inquired, dragging her down the dormitory towards her bed, just as she continued firing her with numerous other questions.
‘Just allow her talk first, would you?’ one of the Bola girls interjected in irritation. They were dying to hear Sabrina out. Chiamaka had enlisted them for the purposes of finding quick solution to the problem incase Akin’s failed. With either locally prepared concoctions or other medications available in drug stores the girls should be able to put together a potent abortion compound. She was only supposed to sleep for some few hours after the administration of the drugs, for her to purge the developing fetus.

As they cross from the bathroom door to the veranda hosting the long queue of bathrooms, Sabrina began to panic, she could clearly see the helpers in some kind of reversed diffusion, appearing and solidifying on air, their heavily hooded eyes sparkling fires furiously. Their sharp and shining dentition sparkled in the moonlight; some of them also flickering their Y shaped, blood red tongues and clenching their fist. She perspires as she watched their biceps contract in rage, as they match towards them in some kind of slow motion. Suddenly she defecates in her panties in horror, and almost collapsed. Her friends not patent to the vision helped her up towards her bed. All of a sudden there were explosions in the corners of the long room with such violence that the roof was thrown up several meters in shatters. All the occupants of the room except Sabrina busted into flames with such harrowing intensity that it took only a mini seconds before they were all burnt to ashes. The impact of the explosion tremble the foundations of all the hostel and sent broken windows flying in all directions, one of them caught old Mrs. Jubril on the jugular vein and she was dead instantly. The Principal and her family lay submerged under rubbles of the collapsed apartment, while the non-teaching staff quarters look like no structure ever existed there, not even the corpse could be found. The fire began to rage furiously consuming everything on sight within St Catherine and leaping at the adjoining properties. There were howling of terror and pain, a blatant evilness took over the atmosphere. The small town went into pandemonium, with only few survivals recover from the school, most of them burnt beyond being useful again. The next thirty years, nothing would be constructed on the land St Catherine stood.

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Some men with inner visions sat in their various temples in each continent of the world; they could see the evilness taking over the planet. Many of them perspire in terror as they witness the carnage taking place in St Catherine. Like the seven wise men in history, they will also have search for the messiah who would save the world. Unfortunately the seven wise ones do not know one another, they would need to find themselves first before they can stop the gradual take over of the Dajal or anti Christ. The wise men consist of a Cardinal, an Islamic cleric, Buddha priest, an oracle shrine priest and other monks. But will these men of various believes come together, especially with perception of hatred and domination against one another by these groups. The peaceful existence of their generation is left in their hands, they can be parochial and let them be slave to the Dajal or make them free from the overwhelming evilness looming ahead.
The helpers are already on the planet, and it is time to start acting. Each of them will need to start a sojourn to pick out the others, but not before a high power meditation to consult with their makers and know what the next step is.
With concentrations that made them shudder, they all started seeing images of where their final itinerary will take them-a spot in the most remote area of Europe where the ultimate meeting would also be held.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Somewhere in New York, in a dark central city cinema house, a young man in his early twenties sat an extreme corner in the back rows ogling at striking blond woman of the same age demography sitting beside him. Before the light was out, he had tried to engage her in a conversation but had been unsuccessful. His mouth had suddenly gone dry and his heart pounded furiously. He could only stammer, with his tongue clutching, he was so ashamed of himself. What would his friends say if they know about this ‘situation’, he had always prided himself in the ability to hit at girls anywhere. Easily, the blond is one of the most beautiful women in the world-not with her well sculptured high chick bone, a bronze completion and screaming figure he had observed when she made her entrance. She was extremely sexy in her tight fitting leather miniskirt, plus her evident daring look. Jake Farmer could no longer control himself, the flurry of pictures showing on the screen made no sense to him. The girl next to him oozing sex and attacking chewing gum tartly was getting to him. His groin was beginning to signal a sweet throbbing sensation.
Several times he had been lucky in the cinemas, getting the usual incidental breast brush, some smooching when the girl beside him is naughty and once a ‘hand job’. This girl beside him would not be rushed, he was not sure if her sluttish manners were a common or a tease. The way she made her entrance was sensational: swaying her curvy hips crazily like a models, her ample breasts jutting out and bouncing, and her head held up in some form of coital challenge. All the men had turn and starred. She had stood like a mannequin for some moment to locate a seat and miraculously it had been beside him. Immediately she down enveloping him her perfume, he had felt some kind of electric sexual connection plus an animal pull.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Two twin car headlamps lighted a dark alley somewhere in Anthony village in Maryland, Lagos . The first car a new model Honda accord parked before the entrance of the alley giving way for a Volkswagen golf to drive in and park some few meters from it. Emeka jumped out quickly from the second car, after he tipped Clara’s stiffening body over in the driver seat and emptied her bag. He ran back breathlessly towards the Honda. As he ran wobbly, his legs felt like they would collapse under him, and he has a chilling feeling somebody will shoot him in the head from behind like a target rabbit. Again he felt like he was watching somebody else going through his motions, he could not bring himself to believe he was dropping off his fiancé’s dead body in an isolated alley. Small droplets of urine raced down his thighs

Earlier while they were driving over from his house he had been so scared and very convinced the police will stop and arrest him, that initially he refused leaving the house for more than 30 minutes. He believed they already knew he killed her and was trying to drop off her body in her car, to make it look like an arm robbery incident. They had driven around for some time before finally finding the perfect place. The locations he and Akin had suggested were either too open or still crowded with night crawlers at the time. Finally around midnight they had spotted the alley where they finally left her body, spilling out a little from her car.

They had driven away from the scene for about five minutes when suddenly Emeka could not locate his national and hospital ID cards both clipped together in one holder. He froze and almost died of heart attack. Earlier he had kept the holder at the front pocket of his shirt, but he was unsure whether it was before or after he had attacked Caroline. Without being told, he knew if the cards were found anywhere near Carole’s body, then he could be in jail the next twenty years. This time he really wet his pants.

“I can’t find my ID card” he whispered to himself, fearing to utter loud enough for Akin to hear. The latter’s eyes were fixed on the road, with occasional lights by on coming vehicles’ head lamps showing the kind of deadly concentration on his face, especially his twitching mouth. Finally he decided to tell Akin and damn the consequences.

“I can’t find my ID card” he repeated, this time audibly enough for Akin to hear. For a moment he thought he had not been audible until Akin suddenly swerved off the road and the car skidded. He could hear his own screams, a jabbering of nonsense, as if miles away. He thought they were going to die and was frightened, though for a moment he even prayed for it so that the whole nightmare can be ended. Luckily the car came to a stop after the six spins, Akin ran out of the car like he was demented, screaming in a loud agonising voice and kicking the car. Emeka laid quiet breathing hard in his crumbled position inside, on his fore head blood trickled down from a wound. Quickly he shook off the dizzying feeling that was beginning to envelope him, and painfully crawled out of the somersaulted car. They were extremely lucky not to have been diced inside, the car’s roof was bent inward almost touching the floor in a grotesque state. For some time Emeka laid on the grass catching his breath while Akin watched him with disdain, he thought Emeka must be the most stupid human he has ever met.
‘What you laying there for breathing like a pregnant woman? If the authorities find your ID, it’s a death sentence…you fool’
‘For God sake I’m trying hard…I’m injured’
‘Oh shot up!’ Akin pulled him up roughly in exasperation, shoving him towards the road even as he staggers with dizziness. It took some time before they could trek back to the point they left Carol’s car, it was already 2 am.

Breathing heavily from exhaustion and fear they tiptoed warily towards Carol’s car, scanning the floor with each step they make. The flashlight they had with them was ruined in the car crash, so they had to really strain their eyes, especially as the street lighting facility of the neighborhood has been vandalised. They kept in the dark for sometime, their heart pounding as they continue searching for the ID, with Akin cursing silently every second. They were almost giving up their search when Emeka kicked at the plastic object very close to where Carol’s car was parked, in an over drive of joy he screamed. Suddenly two powerful beams of light put them in some sort of spotlight as some members of a local vigilante group started blowing whistles and ordering them to halt. The silent night was quickly shattered into a symphony of noises. Mesmerized with fear the duo started running away from the scene with listening to the warnings of the vigilante that they would be shot if they continue flee. Instantly gunshots ran out successively, as the groups also chase after them, blowing their whistles to attract neigbouring vigilante groups. A bullet caught Akin on his right leg as he sped away in the semi darkness, he fell down in a flash of pain but quickly picked himself up knowing the consequences of being caught could result in jungle justice.

For more than five minutes they continue running, their adrenalin pumping furiously, until they found a junkyard where they both simultaneously scrambled into an abandoned pickup truck. Akin felt the warmness of his blood as it streams down from the wound. Unable to talk, he pulled Emeka’s hand to touch the spot he was shot. Quietly Emeka tore his shirt at the helm with his quivering hand and use the piece to bind the bleeding leg to reduce the blood flowing out. In the darkness they could still hear the noises being made by the vigilantes in a small distance. They were either regrouping or trying to get support, either way they would also want to keep Akin and Emeka in their position till day light, especially as they don’t know whether they are carrying weapons or not. Akin knew he had to think, and fast too, Emeka apparently is just too overwhelmed by the whole situation to do anything logical. Just then he remembered a girl he dated around the same neighbourhood some three years back, they had broken up because of his many lies, and refusal to drop the million dollar ‘will you marry me?’ question. Right now he was not sure if she had been successful in conning a man into marrying her, silently he prayed against it.

If they could just make it to her apartment some few blocks away, maybe he would not bleed to death, and maybe they would escape the impending attacks from the vigilante group cum mob. The night was quiet except for the occasional noise coming from the distance, and the scuttling of some rodents inside some of the abandoned vehicles.

They proceed quietly in the dark night in pain to locate Doris’ apartment after Akin whispered into Emeka’s hear instructing him to follow him. They tiptoed with caution, not wanting to hit the many objects lying around with their foot and give their location away. Their hearts banged in fear and their bodies tremour in anticipation of the unknown.

It is a must Doris should still reside in the same address, or must not be married, anything short of that they could be dead meat.

They met Doris, but she was dead.







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‘Aren’t you glad you came’ Mrs. Madu said to her younger sister as they entered into the sitting room, they just emerge from the car that brought them from the Lagos airport, the last three days they have been in Owerri, a small city in the eastern part of the country.
‘It was so colourful, I wish I had brought my daughters, they would have learnt a lot’ Maureen Dickson replied. She was so excited, its been long she had seen so many old friends and family in one gathering, she felt like she had been throwing away the most interesting part of her life. At a point tears came to her eyes with the realization of how much she had missed her people and culture. She thought the next one year will be used to fight her nostalgic feelings, she had danced like she never did all her life. She had even seen Chibuzor, her first love, he was no longer handsome and he looked unsuccessful and worn out. They managed a few pleasantries and, there was obviously nothing to talk about, the gap was yawning. Nobody would believe he was the same dangerously handsome young man who had taken her virginity away. He had married one of the local girls, naturally, who gave him seven children, and a new wife some two months back. Silently she thanked God for not letting her got stuck with him in the village, she would have been the fat, morbid looking woman who sat beside Chibuzor throughout the celebration.
‘Your daughters are Americans, don’t disturb yourself’
‘Which means, they don’t have rights to be there’
‘Don’t be silly. All I’m saying is they would rather listen to rap music on MTV than watch some natives perform acrobatic dances’
‘Whatever’ Maureen snorted throwing herself lazily on the nearest settee in the expanse sitting room.
‘Your two days here in Lagos would be very busy and exciting, I’ve been making plans’
‘Great, because I have plans too.’ Maureen concurred
‘Then let merge our plans’ Maureen said compromisingly and the sisters busted into laughter.

Mrs. Madu who also flunked herself on the sofa next to her picked the remote control of their Sony 50 inches television, and switched on the giant electronics. She was just in time to catch the hourly news from a local television station; it was a live coverage of an ongoing fire disaster in St Catherines. The reporter almost crying reveal that over 600 girls were burnt to death in the fire incident, with many seriously injured. The background shows several body bags being transferred into ambulances and doctors attending to the seriously injured ones, as fire fighters were also assiduously working to quench the fires in some part of the school. The whole female hostel wing was burnt to rubbles; with several insert pictures of some of the victims’ charred bodies. Mrs. Madu screamed suddenly at the realization of what is happening at St Catherine and that her daughter’s life may be in danger or even amongst the body bags being lifted into the ambulances. Without waiting to hear the rest of the news she sprang up and practically dives for the keys of her Lincoln navigator lying on the center table. She was like a mad woman on rampage as she ran down the stairs screaming her only daughter’s name and her very astonished sister on her tail. They were set for St Catherine to witness the catastrophe.

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CHAPTER TWENTY
Sabrina opened her eyes slowly, looking up at the ceiling of a strange apartment. For some seconds she tried to recollect where she was, and the incident that brought her there. Quickly her memory came flooding with Akin chasing her in the rain, then seeing the bloodied body of a woman on the floor as they entered the apartment. Then she remembered the whole apartment whirling and seemingly turning up side down and of course her blackening out. From her position she could only see the settee at the other end and the center table that has the smiling picture of the dead woman, and the screaming man. The screaming man was supposed to be the doctor, so how did he end up with a dead woman. A chilling feeling instantly spread through her, she was suddenly frightened.

She immediately shut her eyes when Akin came into view with a mop and bucket, the mop was stained blood. With a slit eye she watched him as he stood over worriedly, then telling his friend that she was yet to come around. She decided to pretend to be still unconscious, while they go about their activities. Now and then she heard them talk in hushed voices with Akin giving the instructions. Finally she heard Akin instruct the man to bring a car into the compound and close to the house. The duplex apartment is the only building inside the compound, except for a small store constructed close to the gate. Few minutes later the man re-emerged into her view, he looked shaken and talked incoherently as they began to lift the woman’s body off the floor. She watched them as the duo slowly carried the woman outside and felt repulsive. Again she felt like fainting.
Not long they came back to take care of the floor, and went back into one of the rooms to change into clean clothes. Akin was worried about leaving only her in the apartment, but the man suggested they locked her in, especially as she was unconscious. It was 10.45


Ten minutes later, when she heard two cars starting up in the compound and driving off, Sabrina quickly jumped up. Not sure of what she wanted to do but certain she does not want to be found upon their coming back, she set out to find a way get outside. She was convinced and scared that they would kill her too, just to keep everything secret, especially with the way Akin has been acting. She went into all the rooms trying to find an escape route, but the whole house was fitted with burglary proof metals, plus a heavy metal front door which was also locked from behind. After a while she got tired of trying to escape, she had even tried using a knife to remove the screws on the door knob. She sat in the middle of the room very exhausted, hoping she could just walk through the door to the outside and run for her life. It was her wish, and it was going to happen.

Like in a trance she stood up from her sitting position and walk zombie like towards the front door. She felt weightless, almost invisible and full of energy. Slowly she walked through the door, like slicing her body through it and emerged outside in the drizzling rain. She walked even more slowly toward the gate, breathing heavily. Again she sliced herself through and emerged on the dimly lit street. The street was almost empty at that time of the night especially because of the rain, the manner she emerged from the gate and the accompany lightening at that moment caused the next door neighbour coming out of her compound to faint with her umbrella rolling into the gutters. She never recovered from the shock. Sabrina proceeded towards the major road where she can get transportation back to school.

Before she sneaked out of the hostel that night to meet with Akin, she had sat with her friend Chiamaka to review the happenings of the last few days. Chiamaka had advised her to do the abortion and protect herself in future. Sabrina had even revealed her intention of marrying Akin with or without her parents permission immediately they are out of school the following year. Chiamaka had laughed and asked if she was sane, though she advised getting pregnant at that time would be right and will definitely coerce her parents into allowing her to marry, of course with the promise of finishing her education. Chiamaka had followed her as far as the toilet window where she would jump out and dashed towards the school fence.

Sitting at the back seat of a taxi that had reluctantly agreed to take her to Saint Catherine with excessive charges because of the time, she felt relieve for the first time that night. The taxi man had charged five times the usual fare but she had paid, she had enough money on her. On the man’s face she had seen the usual irritated look of having to attend to spoilt little girls like her. Easily she could read his mind: spoilt little rich girl from spoilt all rich Saint Catherine had gone to see her Juvenile boy friend to do the unthinkable and trying to get back into school at all cost. Stupidly rich parents are too busy to take care of her, and have shipped her to all rich boarding school to get rid of her. Spoilt little girl had picked attitudes from bad influences and now loves sneaking out of school for sex or drugs. She was suddenly angry, who is he to judge her, like always she had the innate urge to punish him. He would get punished once they get to their destination.

Inside her head a name kept ticking and it brought the visuals of Akin with the two women into the fore again, she felt her blood hot up. Her feelings to hurt the two women seem to be intensifying. As the taxi sped closer towards Badagry, she could feel their presence more. Something else seemed to be worrying her, a kind of disastrous premonition that she continually failed to see the vision at all. It was all pitch dark, very difficult to see any movement, but she was sure it was something exceedingly evil. It was cries of agony and the resultant chaos in the vision that got to her. She began sweating seriously in spite of the coldness of the night, her muscles twitching and throbbing. All of a sudden she yelled at the driver to stop, causing him to slam on the break, screeching the car’s tires loudly in the quiet night. Sabrina jumped out without looking back, running into the rainy dark night.

The taxi driver would spend two years in the hospital because of a spinal cord injury he had later that night. His taxi crashed into one of the immobile petrol tanker trucks parked on the side of the road. He was lucky she was later penitent, there would have been an explosion and he would have been roasted to dead.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lola was already dozing off when she heard a sudden strident collision noise outside the apartment, sleep immediately vanished from her eyes. She got out of the bedroom to check the front door, she wanted to be sure she locked it. Checking her wristwatch it was almost midnight, it signified that she had been waiting for Akin inside the apartment for more than an hour, she sighed. Now she was sure she had made a hasty decision, he probably will not be coming back that night. She went back into the bedroom and prepared to sleep. Earlier she had also locked the windows and dropped the curtains, she wanted to have a feeling of security because of the unexplainable weird feelings in her. Actually she hated being alone in a strange environment, it makes her feel very uneasy. Outside in the quiet dark night, an owl made an unholy hooting noise and flew into the dark night.

Once again she dialed Akin’s number, but like always it only rang without him picking it up. She began to worry because it was very unusual for him not to pick his calls, she prayed he should not be in any form of danger. By the seconds she was becoming increasingly frightened, so she called her father to get some company. Her voice was also beginning to quiver, and she was incoherent. The evilness of that night was looming and she was feeling it, even without knowing exactly what it was.

‘What do you want this time of the night? Now it’s a sin to have a daughter’ her father complained still groggy from sleep.
‘Daddy I’m scared…’
‘Stop playing the small girl, where are you?’
‘Akin’s house’
‘Your teacher boyfriend?’ he asked. In other circumstances she would have argued about tagging him her teacher boyfriend especially because he did not approve of him. Three days back when she had introduced Akin to him as her fiancé, he had looked at her like she was insane.
‘Is he acting funny or what, I’ve always thought that boy is no good….’
‘Dad he is not at home’
‘Then what are you doing there’ he was irritated
‘Send a driver to come and get me’
‘Just give me the address…what is wrong with…’

Suddenly Lola heard a shattering noise from inside the house, one of the windows panes in the other room had been broken, very frightened she dropped her mobile phone. From outside a furious wind stated, making rattling noises with the rain starting torrentially once more. She sat cowed and immobile on the bed, her body hot and convulsing. The whole house seemed to be control by some evil force: the walls were converging and diverging with strong vibrations. From the wall opposite her an image began to slowly penetrate the room in smoke like features. Head first, then the other parts of the body emerged, she appeared angry and deadly. It was the image of a very young girl, with piercing evil eyes. Lola screamed in panic but it was all swallowed up in the loud wheezing noise of the wind. Terror enveloped her, and she screamed more. She knew she was about to die.

Desperately she dashed from the bedroom and ran out through the door to the sitting room, stumbling on the settees but she found the girl already there. She ran back into the kitchen closing the door behind her immediately she got inside, but the girl was also there before her. Without thinking twice, she rushed out again to the sitting room hoping to make it to the front door to either escape into the night or get help from the neighbours. The girl was at the door just before her again, making her retrace her steps as they face each other with little distance. She was suddenly exhausted. Her killer with an air of arrogance gave a sardonic smile, showing off her polished shining fangs. For some time they starred at each other.

‘Why do enjoy hurting me?’ the girl said in a thickened resonating voice after some time, her eyes hateful. Lola was so excessively stunned she could only gasp, her eyes were widening in terror.
‘Why do you enjoy hurting me? The girl reiterated, her angry looking mouth dripping with saliva. Her fists were clamped, ready to attack. Suddenly she lashed out a hand at Lola, slapping her and whipping her face with curvy long sets of fingernails. Instantly blood trickled out from the bruised skins of her face, with five stripping marks showing where the fingernails had scraped her. She fell on the floor and made no attempt to pick herself up, she was too frightened and tired to fight again. She lay on the floor whimpering, and hoping the evil girl would have mercy on her. She could not even scream anymore resulting from several failed attempts, she felt like a weight had been tied to her tongue. She closed her eyes gently waiting for a coup de grace.

The girl walked slowly in her zombie like strides and stood over her, baring her fangs in anger. She grated her teeth and laughed with contempt.
‘Why do you like hurting me’ she bent forward and gripped Lola’s neck with vice like agility, strangling her and unhurriedly snuffing her precious life out of her. Lola’s legs jerked, her body trembling vigorously as she continued to loose oxygen and suffocate. She was dead in some few seconds. The only tell tales to the course of her death could have been the red marks on her neck and the nail stripes on her face, but they would disappear before morning. Nobody would ever find out how she died.

Throughout her ordeal, her father could only listen on the phone to her desperate screaming of help, and her final moment of gasp of breath. He was never the same again.



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Roberta Miguel reclined on the bed watching a Youngman wear his cloth with a contented smile playing on her lips, he had been a fantastic lover. They had met in Triangulo, the business district of Sao Paolo, he was one of the junior executives of the coffee company, her company had just taken over. She was relieved nothing bad had happened during and after their love making, she had been anxious. She can now certify that the voodoo she did in Nigeria is potent. If she had killed the Youngman or he had died some mysterious death immediately like some of her lovers, his body would have been easy to dispose of. They were in her country home in Minas Gerais, with no servants and the next neighbour very far away. Now she can consummate her relationship with the widower Brazilian interior minister Jose Calvarho. She would never see the young man again, the next day he would be transferred to one of the company’s plantation in Angola.

She planned to be married again in two months, and she suddenly felt very excited. Every body knew Jose would be running for the presidency in two years, she was glad she can help him achieve his dream, they would be the perfect couple: they would control politics and business. From the drawer next to her bed she brought out a fifty thousand real written cheque and extended it to the man.
‘omnigado’ she said turning her back on him.
‘No’ the young man said declining.
‘For your troubles’ she turned back to him with a smile, still holding it out to him.
‘Thank’ the young man said in Portuguese as he collected it.
‘I trust no one will hear about this’
‘No one’ he said as he she motioned him away.

Later she stretched lazily on the bed with a glass of wine, listening to the soft salsa music playing on the nearby stereo. But her trouble was not over.

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