EvaJael:
Good work, Damselposh

thanks babe.

veenessha:


It is more than enough for everybody.
This oga stalker will soon enter trouble because Melody doesn't take nonsense from anyone.

Okay babe, bring it to the front row.

He is indeed a psycho.

Well done damsel

The psycho needs to be dealt with severely

Well done OP

This man is mad fa.
Werey Oloriburuki.

Well done OP

Though I am late, I wish to book a space

Keep the updates coming

i just love how his friend is tryna calm him down. and d mumu rapist/killer better no touch my ghetto princess oo

interesting piece already!!

Thanks for mentioning me,more Grace on your new story dear.

damselposh:
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please come and take your seats, the story yaff started

thanks for the mention bb good to have you bk

CHAPTER SIX


It was three days already since the death of his fiance and he didn't still know where to start from in getting the culprit. He had gotten a negative reply from the forensic department. Everything was just stressing him out, his ex fiance's parents were on his neck too saying they didn't want a simple burial for their daughter, they said it must be one in town but then he wondered if they were happy that their daughter died.


He drove while his mind wandered around. He drove towards okponam Nnebuisi road and met with a heavy gridlock, he hissed out of frustration and then beckoned on a young boy hawking sachet water, he knew there was a shortcut out of the gridlock but he had forgotten.


"Good morning oga, the water is very cold" the hawker said almost pushing his bowl of water in his (Joel's) car.



"No my dear, i don't want to buy water, there is this untarred road that can lead someone out of this place but i have forgotten" he said.



"Okay oga, you mean that road that leads to that ghetto area, are you sure you can stand the smell?." the boy said in correct English.


"Yes, i am just passing through and besides my glasses will be wind up" he said.



"Okay na, just drive straight a little, the first untarred road by the right, just pass through it"


"Okay, thanks" he said and gave him a thousand naira note.


He got to the metro bus stop and drove into the street with his glasses wind up. He shook his head and wondered how the residents of that area survived such dirty environment. He drove slowly and got to refuse a dump site, he looked through his car window and saw her, she wasn't just fair in complexion, she was yellow just like his ex fiance. He wondered what she was doing at a dump site.








The stalker got to the psychiatric hospital, he inhaled the air before stepping into the compound, he met the receptionist and made entry on who he wanted to see, he left for the male ward, entered the first room and clapped his hands to announce his arrival.



"My oh my, brother of life, how are you doing?" he asked in mockery.


"What are you doing here?, you think you have won right?, don't worry, i will soon get out of here and i will send you to your doom" the sick patient replied.


"easy bro, that is if you ever leave this place, look at your hands and legs bound in chains and you still believe you would get out someday? that is just so laughable" he gave a short laugh.



"You can laugh all you want mad man, your end is near, the blood of those innocent ladies you killed will surely haunt you" he screamed.



"Everyone thinks you are the mad one here, but you just called me a mad man." he scoffed "you are the mad one for believing that those dead ladies will come back to haunt me, who still believes in such myth"



"Get out, leave this place now" he screamed loudly. a doctor rushed into the room with injection in his hand.


"Give him the injection doctor, i think his madness is getting out of hand." the stalker smirked.



The sick patient got injected with tears strolling down his cheeks he closed his eyes and slept off.



"Please doctor, continue giving him the injections, am not seeing any improvement" the stalker said while following the doctor out of the room.

I will reply the comments when i come back. thanks.

I will reply the comments when i come back. thanks.

your stories are ala fascinating and captivating good one ma and thanks for the mention

Thanks for the update

Thanks for the update dear

damselposh:
I will reply the comments when i come back.
thanks.

Do you live in Asaba?

Still dey observe.

Ride on damsel

What kind of parents will want a loud burial ceremony for a spinster?


The stalker has a brother?


Well done Damselposh

CHAPTER SEVEN


It was late in the night, Melody walked home tired, if there was one person she hated working for in the neighborhood, it was Mrs Obaseke, the Edo woman, she would stress her (Melody), give her extra workloads and even make her go home late but she wouldn't still add a penny to their agreed payment.


Earlier that day, she made her (Melody) empty her trashcan at the dump site and even told her to bring the kids back from school. she sighed, if only the country was how it was supposed to be, a second class upper graduate shouldn't suffer like that. She walked on home deciding not to cry again.



Just few metres to the metro bus stop, she felt she was being followed, she stopped, turned around but didn't see anyone, she continued walking and concluded that she was just assuming things because she was tired. Then a strong male cologne wafted through her nostrils and the hairs at the back of her neck stood, goosebumps appeared on her body, she got scared and then she hastened her steps. If only she could get into her area, she wouldn't be scared anymore because she knew she would be safe.










He was about leaving when he finally saw her coming home looking dejected. He followed her quickly keeping a quality distance. He didn't have plans of attacking her that night, he only wanted to see her to calm his raging hormones, he had been thinking about her all through the day even when he was at the phsychiatric hospital to visit his brother. All of a sudden, she stopped and looked around, he stopped too and hid behind a kiosk. She continued her journey home and he followed suit again, the next moment, she was walking as fast as her legs could carry her, he hastened his steps too.



She entered the ghetto area and slowed down her pace walking normally, he slowed down too but continued following her, he would surely know where she lived at least.



"Mama Kola ekale ooo" (Good evening) she greeted an elderly woman in the first house she saw.



"Ekale omo mi, bawoni?" (Good evening my child, how are you?)



"mo wa pa, Kola da?" (i am fine, where is Kola?)



"He is inside the house. ehen my child, i have been waiting for you to come home, i have something i want to tell you" the elderly woman said switching to English language.



"Okay Mama Kola, i am all ears" Melody replied.



"My friend came here earlier today, and she said that someone told someone that told someone that told someone she knows about a burial ceremony of a senators daughter and they need young ladies to serve food and drinks there" she said.



"aaahh Mama Kola Dem go pay us? mi need owo ooo" she said.



"of course na, 20k dey involved na why i say make i tell you, you know say you be better pikin" she said with a smile.



"20k for just a day?, mi dey interested abeg, when is the date?"



"She didn't tell me, but i will ask her and get back to you" she replied.



"Ehen Mama Kola come abeg, i get this feeling say person dey follow me, you fit just shine your torch for that place?" she whispered nudging at the entrance of the ghetto.







The stalker paid attention as she conversed with the woman in different languages. He smiled, another quality that attracted him to his victims were their brains, he loved intelligent ladies. He heard them talk about a burial ceremony, he concluded to do his findings and know when and where the burial would take place, he wouldn't mind attending because of her. Just then, he noticed they were talking in hushed tones, he dragged his hoodie and covered his head very well. The hoodie partly covered his face.



It happened suddenly, someone flashed a Torchlight at him, the light blinded him partially and then he took to his heels wondering if they had seen his face.

Ujunwa14:
He is indeed a psycho.
Well done damsel

thanks for reading

Ann2012:
The psycho needs to be dealt with severely
Well done OP

thanks babe

Preshbeauty:
This man is mad fa. Werey Oloriburuki.
Well done OP

lol, thanks for reading

francium001:
Though I am late, I wish to book a space

you are welcome dear, of course there is still space for you.

Good..Good

Silver1996:
Keep the updates coming

Okay boo

germaphobe:
i just love how his friend is tryna calm him down. and d mumu rapist/killer better no touch my ghetto princess oo

Okay, thanks for reading.

Odoogu:
interesting piece already!!

thanks sweetheart

Humbleness:
Thanks for mentioning me,more Grace on your new story dear.

thanks darling

Tashacobbs:
thanks for the mention bb good to have you bk

thanks dear

iamgprince:
your stories are ala fascinating and captivating good one ma and thanks for the mention

thanks babe