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NIGERIAN HORROR STORY













EXT. DUPLEX-DUSK- ESTABLISHING

Outside a cream-painted duplex is an expensive car parked in the garage with interlocking bricks forming various patterns on the floor of the surrounding within the gate.

INT. (DOWNSTAIRS) SITTING ROOM – DUSK

Inside the exquisite sitting room of the house are some wedding pictures and works of art splashed on the white walls, settees are well-arranged, a centre table made of glass and a plasma TV hanged on the wall.

MARY, twenty-eight, a tall and slim, dark-complexioned woman with pointed nose is standing beside the centre table wearing a gown, staring at a paper in her hand with little anxiety written on her pretty face. She sighs heavily and gently rubs her belly with her right hand.
There is a knock at the door. Mary looks towards the door.

MARY
(Folds the paper)
Who is that?

There is no response. She drops the paper on the centre table and opens the door to find MADAM Q- sixty-two, a fair-complexioned woman of average height and wearing a brown dress, at the doorpost.

MARY
(Forces a smile)
Good evening, ma.

MADAM Q
Evening.

There is an awkward silence.

MARY
I’m sorry…I don’t think I know…

MADAM Q
(Cuts in)
Of course, you don’t know me.

Beat.

But I know you. I live in this estate too.

MARY
Really? Pardon my ignorance. Come in, please.

MADAM Q
Don’t bother. I just decided to come see…if we are fine.

MARY
Of course, ma. What even gives you the impression that we aren’t?

MADAM Q
What gives me such impression? I had a feast at my place last week and most people on your street showed up except you and some others.

MARY
Oh…I’m sorry. Well, I didn’t get an invitation or something…

MADAM Q
(Interrupts)
-Nobody got an invitation. They just…came.

MARY
That’s…that’s weird.

MADAM Q
(Raises her voice a bit)
‘Weird’ is the word, Mary.

MARY
You know my name? How is that?

MADAM Q
(Shrugs her shoulder)
Let’s just say the walls have ears.

Mary nods gently with a thin smile.

MADAM Q (CONT’D)
I will be seeing you some other time.

MARY
It was nice meeting you, ma. I can’t remember you telling me your name.

MADAM Q
Call me Q…Madam Q. Greet your husband for me.

MARY
I’ll do.

MADAM Q
Hmm-hmm. Nice house by the way.

MARY
Thanks ma.

Madam Q walks towards the gate, admiring the surrounding and leaves. Mary sighs and closes the door. She walks towards the dining room and pauses all of a sudden; holding her belly and looks down her legs in fear- blood has started streaming and dropping on the floor.

MARY
(Sobs)
Not again…not again! Oh my God.

She struggles to sit on the settee, picks her phone on the sofa and dials a number amidst panic.

INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE- DAY

Inside a medium-sized room, is a well-furnished table with well-arranged old and new files placed on it.

DOCTOR KAYODE, forty-one, a good-looking man in stripped shirt and black pant trousers is seated opposite JAYE, thirty, a very tall man, wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

DOCTOR KAYODE
So, your wife would be discharged tomorrow morning.

JAYE
Alright sir.

DOCTOR KAYODE
Ensure she takes her drugs as prescribed and have a lot of rest too. You also have to assure her that all will be well because spontaneous abortion could be traumatic at times.

JAYE
That’s true.

DOCTOR KAYODE
And you know women, they are very emotional. But I’m still baffled with how she lost this one.

(Checks through some files on his table and picks one. He flips through it.)

DOCTOR KAYODE (CONT’D)
We carried out most of the tests few weeks ago- her blood pressure wasn’t too high, no signs of diabetes or any other disease that could pose a threat to the baby and she wasn’t even feeling feverish.

JAYE
And we even stopped having sex immediately her pregnancy test came positive…

DOCTOR KAYODE
Well, that’s a myth. But you have to remain hopeful and also keep praying. You know, doctors deal with medical problems…not metaphysical ones...

JAYE
My wife and I don’t believe in metaphysical…stuff.



EXT. DUPLEX- DAY

A Jeep drives through an open gate into the spacious compound. Jaye, wearing a short-sleeved shirt on blue jeans, parks the car and quickly alights to lock the gate. He sees Madam Q, in black skirt and red blouse, standing by the roadside in front of his house, gazing at him impassively. He stares at her and closes the gate.

INT. (DOWNSTAIRS) SITTING ROOM- DAY

Jaye helps Mary, who looks worn-out in her ‘Ankara’ dress, carry her bag as they get into the sitting room. He helps her to sit down and also sits beside her.

JAYE
Sorry, ehn. So, how do you feel?

MARY
(Softly)
Better.

JAYE
That’s good. I want you to know that…

MARY
Spare me the message, dear. I am not a kid. This is the fourth time I’m having miscarriage and…I know this is a bad statement…but I’m getting used to it already. I just wish my mother or yours was alive to have a mother-to-daughter talk with me in this trying period.

JAYE
Hm-hm.

MARY
But, don’t worry. I’ll be fine.

JAYE
Yeah, I know but I’m not going to my place of work today. I have to stay with you…

MARY
Come on…

JAYE
It’s the least I can do.
(Holds her two hands)
Look into my eyes, we go through this together. And when we have our baby, we’ll celebrate it together too. Mary, I love you.

MARY
(Smiles)
By the way, it’s high time we got a gatekeeper.

JAYE
I am comfortable with opening the gate. I want us to have our babies before we start having a gatekeeper and even maids. If you feel lonely, you can visit Laide or go shopping.

MARY
Okay then.

JAYE
So, what should I prepare for you?

MARY
Any ‘light’ food is okay.

JAYE
Toast bread and tea?


MARY
That’s my darling.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. (UPSTAIRS) BEDROOM- DUSK

Mary is fast asleep on the bed while Jaye is seated beside her, stroking her hair gently.

INT. (DOWNSTAIRS) SITTING ROOM- DUSK

The door to the sitting room opens all of a sudden.

INT. (UPSTAIRS) BEDROOM- DUSK

Jaye hears the sound of the door to the sitting room getting closed and stands up from the bed, walking anxiously downstairs.

INT. (DOWNSTAIRS) DINING ROOM- DUSK

Jaye walks gently into the dining room and finds Madam Q seated comfortably on one of the chairs, staring at him.

JAYE
(Breathes heavily)
God, you scared me.

MADAM Q
Really? Which robber breaks into a house by 7p.m?

JAYE
I thought I asked you not to come here.

MADAM Q
Believe me, I have my reasons. Why don’t you sit down?

Jaye sits down gently on one of the dining chairs.


JAYE
What do you want? At least, four are out of the way, three left.

MADAM Q
I know.

JAYE
(Lowers his voice)
Then, why are you here again? Haven’t my wife been through enough misery?

MADAM Q
You’re asking me like I’m responsible for her misfortune. Where is she?

JAYE
She is fast asleep.

MADAM Q
Deeply asleep?

JAYE
I slipped some pills into her tea.

MADAM Q
Better.

INT. (UPSTAIRS) BEDROOM- DUSK

Mary gradually opens her sleepy eyes and yawns, stretching her aching body. She sits up on the bed and stares at the round clock on the wall. It’s 7.10 p.m. She cleans her eyes and puts on her brown slippers lying beside the bed and leaves for the staircase.

INTERCUT BETWEEN (DOWNSTAIRS) DINING ROOM AND (UPSTAIRS) STAIRCASE

MADAM Q
(Looks round the dining room)
It’s not an ordinary feat for a young man like you to be this rich without coming at a cost.

JAYE
And I am paying the cost as agreed. Your members already have four, what else?

MADAM Q
Things have changed.

JAYE
(Angrily, but at a taciturn voice)
What has changed?

Mary is at the staircase, listening to them.

MADAM Q
I just want you to know that we don’t want the rest of your babies. Mature blood is needed.

Beat.

We want her.

JAYE
Are you serious? You…you want my wife? Then, why did I agree to this when I can’t spend my money with the one I love?

MADAM Q
The person you make go through the pains and trauma of miscarriage four times- the one you love?
(Chuckles)
Don’t deceive yourself, Jaye. What you’ve ever loved is money.

Mary sobs at the staircase.

MADAM Q
Well, I'm not dead; so you should have known there was no future with Mary.

JAYE
But this is betrayal of trust. You and your people agreed that after seven babies, I would be free as regards commitments.

MADAM Q
(Impassively)
There is no contract in the spiritual realm, son. The powerful only control the less powerful. We are coming for your wife next.


JAYE
Oh my God.


MADAM Q
(Gesticulates)
There are many beautiful women out there who are ready to enjoy all this with you. I’m sure you don’t want to go back to abject poverty. You want to have a life where business booms and everyone thinks you are a genius; where eating five square meals a day isn’t a problem; where your children can go to the best of schools and your wants can be met, not just your needs.
(Looks into his eyes)
First true love is a powerful sacrifice but this is for a greater good, son. Mary will just be the sacrificial lamb.

MARY
Oh my God!

Madam Q and Jaye look towards the staircase swiftly.

MADAM Q
(Angrily, to Jaye)
I thought you said she was asleep!

JAYE
(Stands up, looks bemused)
I…I didn’t know…

MARY
(Sobs)
Jaye! How can you do this to me?!

JAYE
(Walks towards the staircase)
Mary, come here…

Mary runs frantically into the bedroom and locks the door. She turns back and sees Madam Q standing at a corner, in the bedroom!


MARY
How…how did you get here? Madam…Q?

MADAM Q
(Beams a wicked smile, walks towards her)
You’ll never know.

Mary screams (O.S) as the scene fades black.


-ELEVEN MONTHS LATER-


INT. DINING ROOM- DUSK

In the exquisite sitting room, dating pictures of Jaye and Sade are splashed on the white walls.

SADE, twenty-nine, a tall, dark-complexioned woman, wearing an ‘Adire’ gown, is busy setting the table in the dining room. Jaye, in a T-shirt and knickers, walks down the stairs and hugs her from behind. He pecks her repeatedly.

SADE
Oh…dear, let me finish now. Your mother must not meet us in this position oh.

JAYE
Come on, you are my wife already. Oluwasade temi nikan [My one and only Sade].


SADE
(Rolls her eyes)
Now, let me get the juice from the kitchen.

There is a knock at the door to the sitting room; Sade pauses.

SADE
(Whispers)

I think that’s Mama.

Jaye nods.

DISSOLVE TO:

Jaye, Sade and Madam Q, who is in Iro and Buba, are eating white rice and fried stew with glasses of juice to wash it down.

MADAM Q
(To Sade)
So, what more do you know about my son?

SADE
Well, I know his favourite dish is Pounded yam with Ogbono. And…yes, he also told me about how he lost his wife last year to miscarriage. I’m so sorry…

Madam Q and Jaye take furtive glances at each other.

MADAM Q
(To Sade, in a gloomy tone)
Oh…Mary, God bless her soul. It was such a devastating period for us, especially him because her death came as a rude shock but, we’re trying our best to move on.
(Sips some juice)
I know you’re God-sent ‘cos it has been difficult for my son to find a woman that would fill Mary’s strange shoes.

SADE
(Smiles broadly)
Thank you, ma.

MADAM Q
(Raises her glass of juice up)
To new beginning…

Jaye and Sade raise their glasses too.

JAYE AND SADE
To new beginning…

Their glasses clink amidst laughter. Mary is standing at the corner of the dining room in her blood-stained Ankara, with tears running down her pretty face.



FADE OUT


"What should scare you isn't evil itself; but rather, the fact that the closest person to you may be capable of doing it"

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Mr Nolan.

@dimplecakes...you must be a very smart businesswoman. I know why I am saying that. Well done. ..I feel u.

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Hmm...I know you are extremely happy that uj sizzle liked it. She was the target audience.

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Congrats oo...Villageboi. it's on fp.

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I am sure it was prof that liked ur post. Okay na.

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Catch me if you can

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the story is quite awesom. It can win a student 'best Price' in competitions. No time for details.

See guilty conscience

I think I get what mufex is saying; though he may not have expressed it in the right way.

Villageboi himself has said it on the thread that the plot isn't far from the usual nollywood thingy but what stands out is the style of writing which I totally agree. And that was why I even said I didn't "feel" the plot but still, it's a good job.

But saying it's 'not original' doesn't go well with me 'cos that statement appears ambiguous and could be easily misconstrued.

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[quote author=Mynd_44]That should be in literature then[/quote]Lit. section ke? My short film scripts have always been in this section. Lit. section is majorly for authors like you.

E kaaro oh.

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[quote author=Mynd_44]I know I am male. I don't know about Myne[/quote]Less sane statement . "I know I am male".

[quote author=Mynd_44]Chai.....Myne Whitman is more sane and not annoying[/quote]Lol. Well, now I know.

But Myne Whitman is female while u re male, right?