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Dranoid:
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Still following

Bro, I fear this your 'shortly' oooo.

Looking at the time stamps, I hope you will not take another sabbatical again

My bro you no go just vex abeg.
Balancing my schedule is tough, but I'm back now. frequent updates in sight. I hope you get glued to my page. lol.

Oga Centino

I have followed your story since the first day you posted it, from the shadows and I must say I love your work. And today you inspired me when you admitted the fact that you as a writer have problems putting down a story.

I always thought it was just me. Today you changed someone's life. Thank you for being an inspiration. Am waiting for your update.




From a die hard fan.

Exquisite. More images to your imaginations ,Mr Ghost. I am following all the way. Let's save Egypt. Lol ☺

CHAPTER 4.

REVELATIONS
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"Matthew" the voice sounded like it was a distance away.

"Matthew! " this time it was sharp, precise and close, making Matthew jolt out of his unconscious state. He was breathing fast like an athlete who just completed a hundred meter sprint race.

"Guy, are you OK? " his cousin Victor asked looking confused about his reaction.

"wetin dey chase you for dream? you dey sleep since 4 when I come back reach now way be 7 I come day worry"..
"Bros, na hunger." Matthew said scratching his head.

"Hunger ke?" Victor asked rheterotically.
"Rice way Chika cook day pot na".
"I no check pot" Matthew revealed.
"go chop no off for here" Victor said,sat on the only chair in the room and engaged himself with his phone..

Matthew stood up from the bed and came to face the mirror. It came back to him. The event of that evening. Only that he wasn't so sure now.
"Was it a dream? " he thought
"maybe" .
With that he left to the kitchen.







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The End Sars campaign was a popular trend on the media. Nigerians had agreed on the motion that the police force should be reformed into a better one. The movement was a loud one and the Federal government couldn't turn a blind eye on the issue.
.This birthed the Nigerian Crime Investigation Agency, a part of the of the police force where only the best could work to make the country safe.
The NCIA is where Detective Adebayo Enitan worked. Trained at the Police Academy, posted to Kaduna and drafted to Ebonyi as a detective, as a result of his exquisite skills in the field..

.The elevator pinged and opened it's doors to let Adebayo out. He walked with an aura of dignity responding to salutes from the junior officers. He stopped at a door which read "Interrogation room"..
" Evening sir, she is ready" said a junior detective who stood by the door.

"Thank you, Emerald" said Adebayo before letting himself into the room. .
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There was a table at the center of the room, two chairs at opposite ends of it and a girl sat on one..
Her eyes were swollen from crying and she was sniffing at intervals.
"Good Evening" Adebayo said while taking the other seat.
"Good evening,sir" the girl replied.
"I understand that you're not in a very good shape but I have some questions for you to answer and we will be done in no time. Are we good? " .


"yes" she replied.

"OK then. What's your name? " asked Adebayo.

"Magret, but everyone calls me Maggie " she said

"Who was Sullivan to you? ".

"He was my boyfriend"

"Was he in a fracas with anyone before he died? "

"I really do not know but he once said that his friend Big G was not happy with him for not relating withyy him or the gang anymore"
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"So sullivan was a former gang member?" Adebayo asked taking out a pen and a note to scribble on it.
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"Yes" Maggie replied
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"What gang? "

" The Doms" she revealed
"How did you find Sullivan's body? " the detective asked.
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"He planned a night out for us. I was getting ready when he called to tell me that he was on his way to my hostel. I waited for him but the never came. I tried his phone a few times, he wasn't picking so I slept off. Early this morning by 6:00 am, I wanted to go to his hostel which wasn't far, to know why he didn't come as promised only for me to get to the dump before his street and see his cold body lying on the ground. I alerted the neighborhood and a call was put to the police who came to take me away from the scene and taped the scene. I can't still believe that he is gone" by now Maggie was already crying again with her face in her palms..

.The detective stood up, putting his note and pen in his pocket..

"Am sorry for your loss Maggie, it could have been anyone " he said before exiting the room leaving a weeping Maggie behind.
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"Emerald? " Adebayo called the detective who stood by the door.
"Sir" he answered

"Make sure that she gets home safe. More importantly, I want you to round up squad and keep tabs on this guy, Big G and everyone he hangs out with. Bring them in when you can, that's our lead" Said Adebayo.

"Yes sir. " the junior detective replied and made his way into the interrogation room.
"Time for a drink" Adebayo said to himself before turning towards the Elevator.
"Not so fast ,officer" said a feminine voice behind him.
"Pam?" he said turning around to meet her.
"yours truly" she replied

"What do have for me? Dinner at your place? " he said with a smirk.

"Come off it detective am getting married" she said smiling at him. .
Adebayo's heart sank..
"Someone wants to see you" she said quickly.
"he claims to know what happened because its related to a case he has been working on"
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"Who is this guy? " asked Adebayo.
"He is a Pastor. He was a classmate of mine in high school" Pam replied.

"Wow. And you guys have been in touch since then? "
"Yes" she replied with a giggle
"How is that possible? " He asked.
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"let's say, we had history" she said..

"OK, let's go" said the detective and they walked towards the elevator.
"I forgot to ask, where is this Pastor? " asked Adebayo while the elevator's doors opened to let them in.
"Enugu" Pam said smiling knowingly, Adebayo's jaw dropped and the Elevator closed.






......to be continued...... shortly...

Present sir. Following all the way. Mr Evelyn. kikiki

souloho19:
Keep it up bro, haven't read the recent updates yet but would definitely say something when I do

Thanks brother I'm honoured by your words.

Typing is really tiring but make una no vex o. I will try to keep the story running. Thank you for reading. Rational criticism is allowed. Make me better. Ciao.

Chapter 3
MYSTERIOUS MISERY






The crowd kept casting pitiful stares at the gore before them. The police tapes around the scene obstructing them from taking a closer look. Everyone in town knew how much the cults and gangs loved to kill their victim; a careless hacking, slashing and sinking of blades in the flesh of their victims leaving quite a mess, but this. This was different. It was a depiction of something dark.
The victim in question was a boy, he was obviously dressed for a party; a black leather jacket over a red vest, shiny black trousers and a red all stars shoe. There was a deep cut on the left side of his head, his mouth was open, and his eyes were open too with flies buzzing around and on them. And there was the creepy thing about this murder, the inscription on the victim's forehead which has never been seen before.
Detective Adebayo stood, gazing intently at the body on the ground before him. He hated the murderer, whoever the person might be from the time he set his eyes on the victim's body on a refuse dump a distance from the school hostels. He was used to cult killings and he solved them without stress but it was clear that this new case might just be stiff-necked. He knew that, but hoped otherwise.

"The people say cult murder and I say the same" Adebayo heard a feminine voice say behind him. Looking behind, he was met by the figure of Pamela Uzor; the forensic scientist attached to him or rather the one he chose after she proven her efficiency beyond measurable doubt in a previous case. Pamela was the perfect definition of a beauty and a brain.

"What have you got, Pam? " Adebayo asked.

"All mutilations made on the body were made using a knife, a small knife and judging from the deep piercing on his head, I can say it was a dagger" she replied handing over a file to the detective.

"Sullivan Umunike Oke, born on the second of January, 1999." Adebayo read out from the file.
Pamela nodded affirmatively and said " He was just nineteen, I feel for his parents"

"Were there witnesses?" Adebayo asked.

"Nop" she replied
"But, there was a girl. She wasn't present at the time of the crime but she was the one who found the body"
"And who is this girl? " the detective inquired.
"His girlfriend" Pamela replied
"where is she?"
"At the office"
"Let's head back there immediately " said Adebayo
"Sir yes sir! " Pamela replied giving the Detective a mock salute making him shake his head. She was one crazy chic.


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Favour sat on one of the benches of the school's love garden under a tree. She loved the way the evening breeze brushed her skin making her feel relieved. She was happy and she was grateful to Gid for making it so. Her mother had been comatose some weeks ago courtesy of the seizure she had. The doctors couldn't find a sickness on her and this made her father conclude that it was a spiritual attack. He called his pastor and together they prayed for his wife. Her mother didn't come to and her father persuaded her to go to school, which she did reluctantly. And then she met the guy. That guy. His name was Matthew, the guy she met one her first day in class. He made subtle jokes and loud commentaries that made the class roar in laughter. She couldn't stop herself from laughing too, he was just hilarious and soon they became friends, good friends or so she thought. He had told her that her mother will be fine and surprisingly, her mom is currently sound. Maybe her father's prayers worked or maybe it was Matthew's words that did the magic, she couldn't say.

"Ice cream? " a male's baritone voice snapped her back to reality.
She looked up to see Matthew holding two cones of ice cream.

"It's vanilla, your favorite" he said and she jumped up from the bench like it was hot and grabbed a cone from him making him laugh. She eyed him and began her feast on the ice cream.

"What are you doing here, alone?" Matthew said laying emphasis on the word 'alone'.

"Just observing nature and I was about leaving " Favour answered picking up her bag from the bench.

"Alright then, let me walk you to the gate" he offered
"No wahala, I could use some company" she said and together they walked to the school gate.

"I loved that poetry class we had today" Matthew said.
"Me too" Favour replied "The Lecturer knows how to carry the class along"
"She sure does" Matt said
"Eh hen, did you hear about the body that was found around that Plateau hostel?" Favour asked

"I did o, why will anyone kill someone just like that" Matthew asked rhetorically.

"I really don't know. I even heard he was a student of this school, in 200 level" she replied
"Nawa o. I heard he was killed by cultists" He said
"I don't think so"
"That's how they do nah "
"Don't jump into conclusions yet"
"wetin consign me? their own done too much" Matthew said.
"Do you know that the person in question was actually among the boys that ransacked Oga Titus' logde?" Favour asked
"Ehn! " Matthew said in surprise, stopped in his tracks with his mouth ajar.
"You mean the boys that raped those girls in the logde? " He asked
"Yes, lets go jor" she answered laughing and pulling him along with his mouth still open.




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A14. That was the name of the hostel Matthew stayed. He often wondered why the landlord chose such name to brand his hostel. It sounded lame to him. He got to his room and found it locked, signifying the absence of his cousins. He unlocked the door with his own key and let himself in. He collapsed on the bed, threw his bag to a corner and exhaled. He loved today. Well, his days have been happy and it points down to one person; Favour. He was attracted to her in ways he never imagined. He loved her soothing, soft voice that hits his eardrum like rose petals falling to the ground, her golden skin and her touch. He remembered the day he was consoling her over her mother's condition, he took hold of a hand and he was stuttering from that part of the conversation but later comported himself. Matthew laughed as he reminisced. He stood up from the bed to check himself out in the mirror on the wall opposite the bed as it was his custom to do so.
He got in front of the mirror but something didn't seem right. He stood still trying to ascertain what he beheld in the mirror. And then, the realization hit him like the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. His eyes widened in shock, his body was stiff, and his mouth was dry.
There was a figure in the mirror, it was his reflection. It was sitting on the bed instead of being at the opposite side of the mirror. Matthew looked behind him to see if someone was there on the bed but there was no one and he returned his gaze to the mirror but this time his reflection was in front of him in the mirror then the unimaginable happened.
"Hello Matt, I have waited a long time to meet you" his reflection spoke.
Matthew couldn't believe it, this was too much. He fell to the floor and passed out.
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alterego17:
Hmmmm...just followed

Keep following.

lilkrix:
Following no go dull this thread with slow updates biko

I go try.

cinoedhunter:
no be film be this ?

No sir. Pure imagination. Thank you.

ogyunging:
Interesting... *following*

Thank ya. Keep following like that.

souloho19:
I'm following bro, nice start. School just got interesting indeed hehehe

I am honoured. Thanks a Milli

CHAPTER TWO
THE CAUSE




CENTURIES AGO.... WEST AFRICA.



He sat in the dreaded dungeon feets under the ground damned to thick darkness and loneliness. Anyone in this condition would have been drowned in regrets but He wasn't having the slightest feeling of remorse; He loved his current state. It fueled his quest for revenge.
He remembered that day his quest began like it were yesterday.
A hundred and thirty one days before now, he was royalty in it's purest form. Loved by all and lived for all. He was the sweetheart of the entire Village until that day. That day that changed his life forever.
It was the Thanksgiving day. The day everyone thanked the gods for the plentiuos and bountiful harvest. And all the villagers had gathered before the high rise palace with their offerings of fruits and animals. He was all smiles and greeted everyone he saw, making rib-cracking jokes as he was known for. In a minute, he noticed something was amiss. His mother, who was to perform a certain function that day wasn't there. This was quite usual. He decided to check her chamber and wriggled his way out of the midst of the people.
He had gotten to the door of his mother's chamber and reached for the edge to push it open but stopped and listened. He heard a familiar voice coming from within the room reciting some unfamiliar words. He thought it was the village physician so with an unsuspecting mind he barged into the room.
He froze.
His eyes in a split second had seen more than it could carry. His breathing now was labored, his heart pounded ferociously against his rib cage, his knees got wobbly and his under eye vein bulging from his eyelids.
His mother was sprawled on her bed, a dagger poking out of her skull, the person he thought was the physician was his brother and his brother's lover was also present. She held a golden cup in her hands, filled to the brim with blood. Nobody needed to tell him that his mother's blood was what graced the cup.
"You're too late, brother. The ritual is complete " his brother said.
"Let's kill him now!, He has seen us" his brother's lover shouted.
" No, let's leave him to his fate" his brother replied and with that He and his lover vanished into thin air..
It took him sometime to recover a bit and he ran to his mother's side. He held her head in his arms, sobbing from the depths of his heart.
"my... son.. is that.. you? " she asked in a feeble voice.
"It's me mother. " he answered
she coughed, blood flowing out of her mouth.
"I ...don't.. have much.. time" she said
"I will get help mother" he said amidst tears.
" Touch.. my.. blood.. and rub it.. on... your forehead" his mother ordered weakly
"No Mother!, I will not do such" he rebuked
"My son, listen to.. me. its the only way ..to..avenge for..me"
He slowly touched the side of her head, felt the warm blood and brought it to his forehead.
"My... son.. " she said and let out her ghost.
"Moth.... " he was about speaking when the royal guards rushed into the room and surrounded him.
Then his brother came in after them.
"The traitor! seize him!! " his brother commanded and the guards accosted him, lifting him up from his kneeling position.
"Take him to the dungeons, until he is ready for the trial " his brother said in a tone of finality before walking out of the room.
He looked at his mother again and let himself go. He was going to kill the brother he once loved and that was his quest in honour of his mother.
Now, days have passed since the incident and since then he hasn't seen the rays of the sun or felt it on his skin. Those days were gone. Dead and gone. He only lived now for revenge.
The locks to the cell came undone and two royal guards walked in. He smiled for the first time in days. Royal guards.. he was still seen as a royal one.
"It's time to meet the king he requests your presence" one guard said.
"Move outside " the other guard commanded.
He slowly stood and did as he was told.
He was brought before the king in the village court. All the villagers were present, the council of cheifs and the king himself.
"Why did you do it? " the king asked Him
He slowly lifted up his head to look at the king; his father.
"I did nothing" he answered unperturbed by the look on his father's face.
"Sacrilege! " one of the chiefs shouted
The prince laughed and said "Sacrilege, you say. like asking your daughter to lie with you, chief Kotoko? "
The villagers let out series of gasps and murmured. The chief was visibly embarrassed and lost for words.
"Do not try to wave your case into oblivion " the king said "why did you kill my queen?!" a visibly angry king asked.
That was usual of the king. The prince had noticed that the king hadn't sent for him till today and the king was rich in wisdom; he never jumps into conclusion on a case without thorough questioning and investigation. And then he remembered. His eyes widened in realization. His brother and his brother's lover, had been practicing magic and it was forbidden in the land. His brother was several steps ahead of him and he feared that he quest might end today without an accomplishment.
"Answer me!! " the king shouted
The prince stood still and never spoke.
" Fine, since you've lost your tongue, I will now pass judgement" the king said and the villagers murmured.
"I sentence you to death by the stone for the murder of the Queen "
No this can't be. the prince thought to himself. His quest has ended. The villagers were sad. They didn't know what or who to believe but the king could never be questioned.
The guards took the prince outside the court and made a circle around him. Bags of stones were given to each of them. A guard brought a stone out and the prince saw that it was gold. He smiled bitterly. He is still a royal.
The first stone hit him square on his chest leaving his rib broken. He screamed.
One by one the guards stoned him. Blood gushed out of his body and his bones were breaking to bits, cracking and bending. He lifted his head when the soldiers stopped stoning him and saw afar, his father, his chiefs and his unruly brother.
"I.. forgive.. you.. fa..ther." he stuttered And with that a guard threw a stone and it hit the prince's head.
****BLACK OUT*****

ghostwritter:
nice one, try and space your work and pls don't give me that regular, everyday, unrealistic, boring undergraduate love tale. I want something ghénghéncious, bring up that unexpected and unpredictable conflict. Ride on, I've got ma eyes on ya!

Trust me when I say you don't know what's coming , boss. Thank you for your comment. I am honoured.

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