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Ishilove: I cosign. Sue their peros, their gatos and their muchachos.

Welcome ishilove. *signals waitress for curried rice and baileys.* make yourself comfortable.

“Good morning bro.” I said carefully.

“Good morning. Are you through?” He’s the tallest of all of us and even though he is my brother he still manages to send a chill down my spine anytime he stares at me with those cold eyes of his.


“Yes, thanks.” I reply and quickly began to move out of his way when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.


“What are you thanking me for?” He asked, a gentle smile playing on his lips. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. He drew me closer to him and whispered.


“Are you afraid of me?”


I pulled away from him immediately. “No!” I almost shouted. “Why should I be?”


He grinned and gave me a pat on the back.


“Good. Because, honestly, there’s nothing to be scared of.”


“If you say so.” I said and left him laughing to himself and went to my room to get dressed.


Thirty minutes later and I was eating breakfast. Mum came in from the kitchen, already dressed and ready for work. Dad had already left the house and I knew I wouldn’t see him again till 4pm. Dad and mum were two opposite poles and it remained a mystery to me how they remained happily married. Dad was outgoing, authoritative, loud and demanding as far as I was concerned. I guess he had to be that way because of his soldiers but I didn’t see why he had to be that way with us his kids! He would order us in and out of the house, telling us where to go and what to do and I resented him for it. Okay, maybe resented is too strong a word, but why couldn’t he be more friendly like those fathers we saw in the movies? Why did everything have to be so serious with him? His authoritarian ways always put me in a bad mood.


“Temi, now that you have grown up, you have to be wary of these young boys,” he had said on the day my mum announced my womanliness to the world. He had been sitting in the parlour, watching the news on CNN. “I expect you to be home by 4pm straight from school, no branching. Anything other than that and you’ll see my bad side. I don’t want to hear any story!”


“I guess I should stop talking to boys too abi?” I had murmured and he had frowned that frown that looks as if his moustache is about to jump
off his upper lip and strangle me.


“I mean it little lady!” he had said. “No STORY!”


My mum had come to my rescue as usual. My mum is the best mum in the world. I know it sounds a little cliché but it’s true. A quiet, beautiful, tall, unassuming woman who fawns over all of us and always puts our comfort before hers, she is the one that the bible describes in the book of Proverbs as a good wife as far as I’m concerned. I don’t think I’ve ever woken up before her a day in my life. My dad acts all gruff and authoritative but I’ve caught him on more than one occasion melting at my mum’s soft touch or gentle words, being swayed by her quiet voice and clever tongue.


She had stood up for me that day, vouched for me and my good behavior, and my dad had mellowed. I was glad she had spoken in my defense but too embarrassed by her previous announcement to tell her so. The memory still lingered in my mind although it had been almost three months ago.


This morning, mom had made Akara and Custard for breakfast and was just rounding up on the Ewedu for lunch. Deji was already seated at the table and watched as I rushed through the Akara, hoping to hitch a ride with my mum to work, even as she bustled out of the kitchen.


“Alright kids,” She said, almost gasping. “I’m off to work.”


“But it’s not yet Eight mom, please wait a while so you can drop me at school!” I yelled, but she was already out the front door. I groaned and hastened my eating. I was going to be late again today for sure.


“You know, you could wake up earlier.” Deji suggested in between mouthfuls. He had already finished his meal and was rushing off for jamb lessons. “That way you can spend all the time in the bathroom you want and still not be late.”


“Stop teasing her, Deji.” Ayo said, coming in from the corridor, tying a towel round his waist. There was a fresh cut on his abdomen but I pretended not to see it as a deep feeling of uneasiness crept down my spine. Deji, on the other hand, had no qualms about mentioning it.
“Another scar, brother?” he said, looking up from his meal and smiling. Ayo staredback at him blankly.


“You know my name.” he said. “Ever since we watched ‘Spartacus’ you won’t let any of us rest.”


“He doesn’t do it to me, only you.” I chipped in, and immediately felt foolish for doing so as they both turned to look at me.


“Ignore the wench, brother.” Deji said. “Tell me, what foe left so indelible a mark on thine thick hide?”


“I cut myself while clearing the bushes at the back.” Ayo replied, and with a small smile, he entered the kitchen.


“The cut is so deep, one would think the bushes fought back, dear brother!” Deji taunted. He seemed to be enjoying himself.


“Hold your tongue, little brother.” Ayo’s voice came from the kitchen, quiet but menacing “Or I swear by all the gods I will cut it off and stick it up your Bottom.”


“Deji stop teasing him!” I whispered, a little alarmed. Deji just laughed, and then to my relief, kept quiet. I hurriedly finished my food and carrying my backpack filled with my books, I rushed out the door.


Our street is built on a gentle slope. Most of the estate is on the eastward side; hence we have a good view of the Sun when it rises. I groaned as the Sun shone directly into my eyes and held on to the straps of my backpack with both hands as I began the 20minute walk to school. I averted my gaze from the sky and concentrated on the tarred road in front of me. It was free from pot holes and had been swept clean by the environmental workers a while ago. As I trudged down, I passed by the big man’s house.


Chief Akpati’s house was a mansion, a huge duplex with surrounding pillars and a gate so big and shiny the locals called it ‘Heaven’s gate’. There
were flower gardens in the front of the gate with little red and yellow flowers I was sure had been imported, they looked so beautiful. After the garden was the wall as high as the walls of Jericho, and on top of that, an electric fence. The owner was believed to be a politician who had left his native soil in Port Harcourt and had decided to come and build out here far away from home. Offa was a relatively quiet town and a few of such people had decided to settle down here, far away from the hustle and bustle of their busy lives.


It was rumored that he had guard dogs who could swallow a 5year old child whole. His security men were not thin and lanky like the local ones but were well built and always wore dark shades and berets like a scene out of a bad Nollywood movie. Most of the local folk kept away from him and the few that had dealings with him were viewed with suspicion. Cars, the likes I had never seen anywhere else kept going in and out of the house at odd hours of the day. My dad had specifically warned all of us to keep away from the compound and we did that religiously. The chief must have realized he was quietly being ostracized from the community he had decided to settle in and dug a borehole near the gate with almost five taps constructed above it and declared it free for anyone who needed it. It had been a success on the first day but soon after the people had abandoned it again when it was rumoured he put something in the water that fed his wealth and robbed others of theirs. I personally didn’t believe it but had no need to test the theory since we had a borehole of our own.

[size=14pt]DAY 7: WARNING SIGNS[/size]

Its 7am in the morning of Tuesday last week. Why Tuesday? I don’t know. Who knows anything about these things? All I know is it all started on this day. Well, maybe not at the beginning of the day…

I’m rambling.

The important thing is I woke up as I usually do, alone in my room and grumbling about how quickly the morning had come. I am a bit of a late-riser so my mom always ensured that an alarm clock was hidden somewhere in my room, far away from arm’s reach so that I couldn’t smash it when it started its annoying ringing. Why the person who invented school decided classes should begin by eight o’clock is beyond me.
Anyway I grudgingly woke up as usual and went downstairs to brush my mouth and drive my elder brothers out of the bathroom so I could use it. They always found a way to get in there before I did. It could be because they were always waking up before me. And they wasted so much time in the bath too; anyone would think they were girls, the way they took their time in there. Of course they always protested that I was the one who hogged the toilet but that wasn’t true. I simply did what girls did. They are boys and don’t understand a girl’s needs.


On this particular day it was only Deji that was in the bathroom. Deji is my immediate elder brother. He’s eighteen years old, tall for his age and chocolate brown in colour. He just recently started growing facial hair and simply refused to keep quiet about it. He combed it, rubbed cream on it, and brushed it almost every day. I didn’t really know what all the fuss was about; it’s only a few tufts of hair beneath his chin.


Deji is handsome. At least that’s what my friends tell me, I don’t know what they see in him. True, he resembles my mom in a strange, masculine sort of way and my mom is pretty (yes she is, no bias). However as far as I’m concerned he’s mostly annoying, especially when he tries to argue with me about why he should remain in the bathroom another five minutes, like he was trying to do now as I confronted him.


“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” He said, because he knew I was about to protest.

“Brush it in the kitchen; I need to use the toilet now!” I replied. “I knew I was being petty but that’s how I got things done my way in this house.”


“Look, don’t start your wahala this morning oh,” he admonished. “I don’t have power for you right now.”


“Then shift!” I said, pushing him out of the way as I shoved my way in. He grabbed my hair and I screamed enough for Mom who was already busy in the kitchen to shout out “What’s going on there? Temi? Are you awake?”


“You are lucky,” Deji said letting go as I stuck out my tongue rudely at him. I knew mum would cast her vote in my favor if she was brought into the argument. Deji knew this too and that’s why he had let me go. Mum was very particular about me ‘having my own space’ since I turned sixteen last month. It was she who had insisted that I be moved into my own room and be given the privilege of the bathroom anytime I wanted in case I needed to dispose of what she called my womanly possessions. I had started seeing my menses a few months ago, a little late compared to my friends but I hadn’t really minded. It’s not as if I was looking forward to the event with gleeful anticipation. The day it finally happened I was miserable but mum was prepared and had everything ready that I needed. I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my years wearing pads at certain times of the month, but mum said I’d get used to it. She was very excited about the whole thing and told me I was now a complete woman. She even announced it in front of my brothers and father much to my extreme embarrassment. I was mortified. But mum made up for it by listing out my special privileges. My pouting had slowly turned to grinning as I saw the boys’ faces grow dark at the mention of my bathroom privileges and my very own room.


I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it with the key. I brushed my mouth and rinsed, then took of my night gown and had my bath. I mixed the water so it would be hot on my skin as the night before had been a cold one. I had gone to bed early, hoping to wake up in the middle of the night to do some reading, and as the weather was very hot at the time, I had put on a light nightie and turned on the ceiling fan to number four speed before going to bed. Strangely enough I had woken up shivering from the intense cold blowing in through the window, and it was all I could do to struggle out of bed to turn off the fan before groggily going back to sleep. The air had been cold and dry, as if someone had suddenly sucked all the warmth out of the Earth. It was so cold that I couldn’t get out of bed all through the night and had woken up this morning feeling stiff and bleary eyed, and dreaming of a nice hot bath before school.


Now I stood Unclad in the shower as I watched beads of water settle on my glistening skin. I turned sideways and viewed myself in the full length bathroom mirror hung beside the door.


I am a fair skinned girl, kind of thin and proud of it. My hair had been threaded into an intricate design of three flower petals, diligently made the day before by my mum. Our secondary school wouldn’t allow me perm it, not until I reached SS3 which would have been in the next six months. I had permed my hair twice before then, both times at Christmas for the last two years. I always got rid of the perm just before the resumption of school and envied those SS3 seniors who carried their permed hair about the classrooms with an air of pride. I couldn’t wait to be like them and watch my hair flow down my shoulders…


I daresay that I am pretty. At least most of the boys in my class think so or else I wouldn’t have won Miss Cinderella for two years running. Arnold, the labor prefect, says he can’t get enough of my sparkly eyes and perfectly white teeth and I smile at him in appreciation of his comments though I wouldn’t touch him with a two feet pole. He looks too much like a hairy gorilla to me.
My bosoms aren’t big enough. I don’t think they are. I asked mum severally for drugs to enhance their size but she just kept on laughing at me and telling me not to worry. But I do. Or did. I worry about worse things these days.


My hips are great. My bum is great. The perfect shape for a thin person like me, they curve out just enough to make the boys’ heads turn. I used to relish it when I pass a group of them on the corridor and they would pause their conversation long after I had cat-walked past them to check me out. I loved the attention; I just wished my front was as impressive as my back.


A thunderous pounding on the bathroom door knocked me out of myself appraisal and I confidently called out to know who it was.


“It’s me, Ayo. Come out.”


Ayo is our eldest. He is 23years old and a bit scary at times. He is a no-nonsense, quiet kind of fellow, tall and muscular, always doing push-ups and carrying weights in the backyard as if preparing for war. My dad is very proud of him and wants him to pursue a military career after the university. I tease him occasionally when he is in a good mood but most of the time I keep out of his way. I have heard stories about him in the university. Stories I don’t want to believe.



I hurried up and finished bathing and tying my towel round my chest I opened the door- and almost ran into him.

You are welcome straneur.

Please mods, I once posted three times in a row and was banned by antispambot. Pls in case you see a hidden post after this its me oh. Unban me biko.

My hands are shaking so bad.

Okay. Okay. Dad says I should calm down, I'm no use to anyone if I'm screaming all over the place. Moreover screaming seems to attract more ofthem.



Tayo has just been killed! Tayo!!!

Calm. I'm calm. I'm calm.

Okay. Dad says I should write what I'm seeing. That I should pretend I'm not even here right now. That if I don't write there would be no record of what happened and it would all have been for nothing.

But how do I start? How do I concentrate in all this madness?



My senior bro just came in. There's blood all over him but he doesn't seem to be hurt. He quickly allays dad's fears...the blood is from the others still in the field. My mom is out of the kitchen and briefly hugs senior bro, blood and dirt and all. She's telling dad that the hot oil and hot water are ready. If they try to break through the barricaded windows, we'll bath them in it. There's an excitement in her eyes. Nothing like I've ever seen before. Who knew mom herself had a dark side? Dad is a military man so I can understand him taking all that is going on without breaking a sweat but mom? Sweet mommie?

I'm not making sense. I'm not making any sense!

Let me try again...

Hello. My name is temitope Richards. My parents are Mr and Mrs Yinka Richards. We reside at what used to be no. 12 Wednesday street, off Macaulay junction in Offa, Kwara state. Of course, since after the earthquake our 'street' is more like a hilltop now. Our house was the only one left standing after the incident, mainly because dad fortified the foundation a few years ago and our house isn't a high rise one like Chief Akpati's own. His house just fell over like a stack of cards and there were no survivors. Of course no-one in Nigeria built houses with the mind that there would be earthquakes, in fact we had never experienced any real earthquake in this country until last week...

Dad is smiling at me. He's happy that I'm calmer now. He is bleeding from his left cheek but I don't think he notices it. Deji has gone to bring in more fuel from the filling station nearby. He's very brave. He says fuel is going to be like money in the months to come...if we survive this last tear. He likes calling the great earthquakes 'tears.' Mum has backed baby with her wrapper and is pointing dad's other rifle out the window. She doesn't want them sneaking up on us. Initially we thought our only house surviving the quake was a blessing but now it has become a nightmare. It attracts them...

Another quake has started. I'm getting used to the rocking motion, like the whole earth is shaking from side to side and the only thing you can do is lay flat on the ground and hope and pray that the ground does not open up beneath you. That's the worst of all. That's what killed most of the people in my school.
Teachers...classmates...a few of us survived because we were foolish enough to climb a tree when the quake started. It was a dangerous place to be, the tree, and I remember our geography teacher screaming at us to come down and lie flat on the field. He was still shouting when the field opened up beneath him and he and the others fell to the depths. I can still hear their screams...their voices echoing from the depths and then sudden silence.

NEPA has brought the light. Dad immediately tunes to CNN. Reception isn't good and sound is completely gone but we can read the headlines.

"Breaking news...South America continent vanishes...millions of lives lost..."

The screen is filled with horrible pictures of floating bodies and debris floating in an endless sea of where used to be the vast land that was south america.Helicopters fill the air. The president of the united States is making a statement. I wonder if they won't be too busy handling their own problems to bring relief to Nigeria.I wonder what our President is doing about this.

Dad was right. I'm much calmer now. The sound of screams and gunshots and explosions outside have died down to a bare minimum, at least in mind. So I'm going to keep on writing. Today I'm not going to worry how we are going to survive, what Aso rock intends to do. I'm not going to bother about the bleak news on TV or whether i'll see Sola again. I'm not even going to think about those people that burst into ashes just before all this began, leaving behind only their clothes.


Today I'm simply going to concentrate on telling you How the World Ended.

All rights reserved.
Copy this and I will sue you. I'm serious. Ask Mr Jamen Nnamdi.
A Royveruniverse production.

No need to bore you about data loss, you've already heard it a thousand times.
I was thinking of giving a brief summary but then some newcomers might not follow so I decided to reprint. I wont put it all out at once so as not to overload the senses.

I lost more than half of my followers in the "rapture". So if your name isn't here, do not fret. Everyone is welcome to the show.

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YOu are all welcome.

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Seun: We are more serious about protecting your data than we have ever been.

The CEO himself! Sorry about your loss. You know the saying, whatever doesn't kill us...All right I've been encouraged!

[quote author=Mum Z ]pleeeeasee cmplete it b4 startn anoda. tke al d time u need 2 get ur groove bac on bt pls try n finish it. tanks, apreciate ur effort.[/quote]Okay then. Let's go!

candy: Please complete "The day the world ended" if you have enough to work on, then start another story. You can just summarize the earlier chapters then continue from where you stopped. Believe me man, when this data loss thingy happened, your work was the first I checked for online even before I checked for my own work!

Please, don't leave us hanging!

awww, really? Okay then. Let me see what I can do.

princesa: oooooo I talk am! Even firestar?

My hand no dey.

I just ate Nkwobi with him yesterday and went straight to my house, I didn't even dare, I swear!

Straight to your house ke? can you swear it?

By the way, I hope you enjoyed the meal?

[quote author=Mum Z ]Royver have u retrieved ur work? pls bring bac 'Day the world ended o'. oshe.[/quote]Hello mum Z.
I have retrieved it in part but wondering whether to continue or start another story. Not just feeling the fire for it right now after what happened

princesa: simple, we'll just take a stroll to food sections and order for Nkwobi and palmy.

I hope you're coming with your e-car?

Its a gold coloured Venza , *opens the passenger door for her* I'm more of an isi-ewu person myself. Lets go!

princesa: you're welcome. I Hope it works.


Oya leave story talk jo, won't you e-flex me this season? It's a new month

Heh heh how i go take e-flex you na? You know am green-leafed about these things!

princesa: aww, did you put the page number too? It helps.

Eg: 'fast lane (4) - nairaland'

Yeah, doing that now, thanks.

Was thinking of starting a new story altogether though. Lost the fire for the last one

Been looking around google's cache, trying to get my pages of "The day the world ended" back. Sadly couldnt go past page two

princesa: The one with the sexy head is here! Mr royver, anything for the girls?

You beatme to it. was about quoting you!

Divepen: @ Royver, I'm sorry I did not have dem on fone but I will see what I can do to

No wahala, na you try pass. I honestly don't know what to do now, whether to continue with the story or start another one. What do you guys think?

Heh. Thanks for this. Have been searching for the original manuscript but couldnt find it. what about the other pages though?

princesa: You know the thing about friends? I don't keep one. The thing about love? I stopped believing.

Why?

Lara was meant to be in Paris, not getting wedded, and Jude? He would swim through oceans for me...or so i thought.

Music became the elixir of my pain; whose arm i could embrace and whose arm i got back my faith.

That divine encounter sealed the broken walls and now am at peace with God and man.


*********the end*********

what happened to the undiluted acid though?

good morning all.

Where is red mosquito? are red, yellow and crazy mosquito one and the same person? it would have been nice to see the end of Sango:Return of lightening. Also the Test your creativity thread opened by christar01 just died out like that. i think its kinda sad. Can a new one be created but with better rules?

Work has started in earnest so updates are gonna be shorter. pls bear with me.

I dashed out of my room the next morning and went to knock on Jenny’s door.

“Just a minute,” her voice came muffled through the bullet proof door of the hotel room. I waited impatiently, tappinjg my black leather shoe clad feet on the floor. I had been this way since I woke up from my dream, from watching the creature almost take down another victim. All of a sudden I was involved; all of a sudden I had to see the end of this thing. People were dying and I felt a moral responsibility to solving the case. And since I had Jenny with me, someone who had supernatural powers as well, I hoped getting to the bottom of things would be a whole lot easier than if I was handling everything on my own. But first I needed to settle accounts with the reason I came here in the first place.

Why was this girl wasting so much time?

“Jenny? At least open the door and let me in” I pleaded.

I heard her feet tread softly on the posh rug in her room as she made towards the door. A click later and the door was thrown wide. She stood there, decorating the doorway like an ornament. Radiantly smiling, not a strand of hair out of place which was a miracle as it was still a little early on the morning. Even without make-up she looked glorious. She smiled that ubiquitous smile of hers and the world became a better place. The irritation I had begun to feel died down immediately. She was wrapped in a large white fluffy towel, the kind that came with the hotel. It was held firmly in place by her breast line and ended just above her knees. Her hair was covered in a smaller version of the same product. If I was a white man I would have been seen to be blushing furiously.

“What? You said I should open the door.” She said lazily.

“I had a bad dream.” I said.

Immediately her face became serious, almost anxious. “Chuks, I can expl…”

“I think the man-animal struck again last night,” I said. “In my dream I was there, at least I think I was the one there. He tried to feed on
another girl yesterday but failed and wasn’t too happy about it. Today he will attempt to feed again. I want us to formulate a plan on how to expose him, catch him if possible and make him stop taking innocent lives. But first I would like us to sort out what remains of the contract today if possible then we will have time to face this mystery. What the heck happened to your hands?!”

Her hands had been bandaged in some silky cloth and the areas that were visible appeared reddish as if scorched by fire. She looked down at them slowly and then back at me. “These? Oh, I turned on the hot water by mistake.”

“With both hands?” I asked.

She shrugged my question off. “It’ll heal. I have a special healing balm for it. Another few hours and my flesh will be as good as new. What made you suddenly want to play detective?”

“I have always wanted to use my gift to help people as much as possible. It seems there was more to it than you scheming that brought me to
Asaba at this time. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that maybe I could have done something to prevent the shedding of innocent blood.

“Not so innocent, if you ask me.” She muttered.

I frowned at her, “from what I understand, you have a stake in this as well. Don’t you want to stop the person that killed your ‘sister’?
She looked down at her feet for a while then seemed to make up her mind. “Alright. I’m in. Come inside let me have a shower and get dressed.”

“No thanks,” I said. “I’ll be waiting in the restaurant downstairs.

“Still fleeing?” she smiled.

I didn’t answer her and headed towards the restaurant as she gave a small laugh and went back into her room.

And the second thing that happened was...


He stood there in the clearing, watching the live band play highlife music. The light was poor but that was what attracted the customers. Cigarette smoke wafted through the air and his nostrils flared for want of oxygen. He couldn't see the faces of people around clearly and he wondered why that was...

He saw the girl walk with the men to the car and knew she was in imminent danger. He tried running after her to stop her but the faster her ran, the slower he became and soon the car zoomed off with the girl as passenger.

His heart skipped a beat and a pain shot through his chest as if from a dagger. He saw her stagger out of the car and towards the clearing, crying, praying, and he tried to help but she didn't see him. He shouted for her to run but there was something wrong. She stumbled and fell and then he saw the thing come out of the car, sleek, calm, a confident killer. He shouted for help but his voice was not carried by the cold evening wind.
He thought of what to do, even as he watched the creature approaching her and licking its sharp pointy teeth. He saw her eyes begging for the junction, that party which she had just left, that place filled with people...

Suddenly he knew what to do. He willed himself back to the party. Everyone else was busy dancing and laughing but there was this man sitting alone at the corner, his table filled with half a dozen empty bottles of beer he had just conquered. He went up to the man and whispered in his ear.

"You need to pee."

His voice was so low, he doubted the man heard him but he persisted.

"You need to pee. Your bladder is full and about to burst. You need to pee. You need to pee. You need.."

The man burped and stood up and said to no one in particular

"Abeg I wan(hic) go piss(hic)..."

The drunk stumbled off and he followed him, whispering suggestions in his mind, willing him to go towards the girl. Finally they arrived at a convenient place and the man began to urinate. He watched as the creature grabbed its victim by the calf of her leg and began to drag her off. He hoped, prayed, willing the drunk to move forward but was unsuccessful. He had almost given up hope when the girl managed a little scream.

"Hey...HEY! What are you doing? Wetin be dat?" The drunk yelled, quickly hiding his private member. The drunk fiddled in his pocket and brought out a torch. When its beam of light fell on the beast the drunk let out a scream that was far more effective than the girl's own.

He watched as the crowd ran to the spot and the blue Camry zoomed off. She would survive, thank GOD.

He was in the blue Camry. The driver was apologizing to the beast and the beast was howling angrily. He tried to pick out what they were saying.

"Idi0t!"

"Look I said I was sorry! I shouldn't have let her out"

"Where do I get my next meal from now?"

"I could buy a goat for you tomo..."

"I HATE GOAT!"

"okay, okay...maybe if we go to the other side of town..."

"Not tonight! It's already late. I can hold off till tomorrow. Maybe I can make a snack out of your other arm eh?"

No...please..."

Be quiet!!! Someone else is here..."

And the creature squinted its eyes, sniffed the air and looked at HIM.
He struggled to get out of the car but couldn't. The creature gazed in his direction for a moment then snarled and bared its fangs at him. He screamed and tore at whatever was holding him to the seat.

And then I woke up.

Pls like I stated before, this is PURELY A WORK OF FICTION. I do not condone looking for mammi-wata or joining cults o! Like Pilate I wash my hands clean of that matter. You are so on ya own!