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Issue 30
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The bus galloped, increased speed and slowed down, some passengers alighted while new one joined in, we proceeded from one settlement to another as we drew closer to Lagos, it was getting dark which made the bus slow down a little as it had only one dim head light on, there were few passengers left in the bus which was obvious their destination would be Lagos. I readjusted while seated, my mother sympathised with me telling me with the advancement of medical technology in the world my hand was going to be fixed, I submitted to her motivation as to keep me hopeful but there was a whole room of doubt, I kept looking at my arm as it looked awkward without a palm and fingers to make the hand complete. I was seriously weak even after all the things mother bought for me to consume, I knew it was the amount of blood I lost that weakened me so, I couldn't wait to get to Lagos so I could get proper treatment and know how to fight back these ghosts that haunts me because I am not willing and ready to die, I will never give in. " Why are those things, those people, strange people coming out of your apartment...the weird feeling I felt when I saw them sent some messages to my brain that they were ghosts....John I ate a meal cooked by a ghost, you know that is not a good thing...I deserve to know everything because I think we are in this together...I suspected your attitude when I came, no wonder you never wanted to go back... They were the ones who put you on the hospital bed the first time...John talk to me...I deserve to know..." My mother said gently, I raised my head forward looking straight at the windscreen because I was too ashamed and embarrassed to look in to her eyes and tell the truth....suddenly, Mama Sunday appeared in front of the moving bus on the highway which caused the driver to tilt the vehicle in to right side of the road which happened to be a slope with bushes and trees, the bus tumbled uncontrollably and quickly down the slope till it stopped in an up side down position, there was sudden silence...what I could hear was just the crickets and the toads and also the hissing sound of the engine, the groans of people in the bus was also very mild, I was too weak to even raise my head... I could only catch glimpses as I blinked my eyes, blood rolled down from my head as I was gradually going unconscious, my head banged like a welder was hitting two metals in my head, I could hear my heart beat slowing down as it in turn effected on my consciousness, I laid flat on the back seat with my head on my mother's legs, I whispered "Mummy....mummy...!!!" but there was no response, I was too tired to sit up and look behind me so I could check on my mother, all I was looking at was the broken side window in front of me, I saw different feet walking towards the window with an axe forcefully dragging the weeds, the cracks of the sticks in the bushes made sounds as the feet belonging to different people which obviously are the ghost that wants me dead stamped the bushes... Suddenly, Mama Sunday bent down so she could come in through the broken window, I couldn't do anything to defend myself as I felt to paralysed and weak to even keep my eyes opened...I heard peoples voices approaching but I heard no more when I slowly passed out...Mama Sunday was also getting closer and her face was the last I saw when darkness befell my consciousness...

The beep of mechanical instruments sounded nonstop, I gradually opened my eyes as my blurry vision slowly became clear, I raised my head a little to see where I was, obviously I was on a hospital bed with a drip pipe passed in to my skin on my right hand, some flashes quickly snapped in my memory as I got scenes from what happened, I thought of my mother and prayed she was okay, I opened the clothe used to cover me so I could take a look at my hand, it was still completely off but the wrist was well bandaged, I could only feel some little pinch which showed the killing pain was gone. I sat up a little when suddenly the bulb began to blink like it wanted to go off, at that moment, I was fed up of the disturbance, "Somebody...!!!" I shouted but no one responded, there was absolute silence like I was the only one left in there, I stood up and pulled out the drip from my right wrist with my teeth, I looked out the window which was a sliding one, I closed it as it was giving room for a lot of breeze, I saw my bag on a stool with blood stains on it and my shirt hanged by the bed side, it was washed clean, I didn't think twice as I wore it instantly, I still had my trouser on but my slippers were no where to be found, I picked my bag and hung it on my shoulder like I always do, my hand was no where to be found but I laid my hope on the people who rescued us. There was no one to answer any of the questions I had in mind so I had to look for someone, I couldn't tell what the time was but I could tell was late, I staggered to the door when suddenly there was a knock on the window, I looked back and saw Kako smiling back at me, I looked away and opened the door leading to the long passage, I limped as fast I could as I called for help, there was no response from anyone as it was obvious there were no living souls in the hospital, I sighted a staircase at the extreme end of the passage, I approached it as fast as I could when suddenly there was a strong hit on different doors behind me , I stopped and looked back and saw Mama Sunday and Nnenna walking towards me, Nnenna dragged her axe as usual as I also continued before they got to me , I rushed down the stairs till I got to the ground floor where the reception was, I fell to the ground when I saw armed men in uniform coming in with so much momentum, I thought I had been traced and caught but one of the officers gave his subordinates an order to take me out of the building, others proceeded up stairs leaving me confused in the hands of a police man who dragged me outside like I was a criminal. He dragged me to the front gate where I met a mammoth crowd, they all stood looking straight at the hospital like they were expecting something...

afangide: fear? Dat na understatement, I extra fear. Imagine the food she carry go give Slickest for hospital!

Come!!! No b me na...na JOHN...

Issue 29
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Mama Sunday had her syringes in her hand as usual, I couldn't get a glimpse of her face as the light didn't reflect on her, with her shape and standing posture I didn't need to doubt, Nnenna was a little clear as I could see her broken skull still dripping blood, I couldn't see her eyeballs as it was too dark to look in to, she was holding an axe which she couldn't grip firmly, it dragged the ground as she came closer towards me slowly, Mama Sunday breathed heavily from where she stood like she was getting charged for the race of her life, there was a sudden light obstruction from the kitchen, a shadow protruded to the sitting room showing as it walked slowly to the parlour, I heard Onome's voice whispering "...baby don't cry..." as she walked slowly out of the kitchen, her belly was totally opened as different strings suspected to be her intestine and other internal organs dangled, she had one of my shirt in her hands wrapped around what she called her baby...to my greatest surprise, Baba from the outskirt appeared facing the wall towards the toilet, he had a broken bone which had a sharp end in his hand, his pants were opened as his buttocks harboured maggots, it was so decayed I felt disgusted at once. I had no where to run, I stepped back till I got to the door, my back was against the door with my hand banging on it as I watched Baba, Nnenna, Onome, Mama Sunday all approached me slowly.

I waited for a divine intervention like always but this was different, it was real and more fearful than earlier attacks, I was left with no other option but to wait, I couldn't scream so I don't get rescued by those who might believe there's something more to me getting public attention, it would give them the cause to investigate and ask questions that might lead to answers that are better left concealed. What stumped me was the arrival of a new ghost, I was beginning to get confused at the threats I get from ghosts I had no hand in their death, it appears anyone that dies in my presence haunts me, I hoped to get one chance at freedom so I could seek answers and the only one who could dish them out to me is the blind man.

I knocked out the thought of solution that circled my head and woke up to reality, they all approached me slowly and to make matters worse the only source of light which came from the kitchen went off, I couldn't see a thing but could hear the ghosts drag their feet closer to me, their breath sounded like an asthma patient finding it hard to breathe, I tried opening the door with my left hand as I cried out loud for help since there was nothing else I could do to aid myself, I felt a sharp pain on my left wrist which caused me to scream at the top of my voice, the door flung open giving way for me to rush out of my apartment, not caring who stood in front of me with a lantern, I pushed the person out of the way and dashed in to the centre of the compound, I fell continuously to the ground as I grew weaker, the pain from my wrist was so serious I couldn't even feel my hand, I looked down to the ground and saw thick blood pouring out which obviously belonged to me, I raised my left hand to take a look while I was seated on the bare ground but I couldn't take what I saw....my hand had been badly cut and only a strand of flesh held it on my wrist...my hand dangled as it had been disconnected from the wrist, I couldn't feel it anymore and the best I could do was cry "...oooh my hand..."
I looked up and saw Papa Sunday carrying little sunday on his shoulder running towards me, I thought of the explanation I would give to him but to my greatest surprise, he wasn't the only one running towards to me, other residents in the compound also ran behind Papa Sunday and past me, they all were running for their dear lives.. At the sight of the walking dead that came out of my apartment, the whole compound was put in an unexpected chaos, I sat on the ground in pain as no one even bothered to help me out, the horrible looks of the ghosts that held different instruments put everyone in a hurry to save their own life, I was too weak to stand up as a result of my blood loss, I looked straight at my apartment and saw Mama Sunday, Eugene, Baba from the out skirt, Kako, Nnenna, Doctor Eugene, Nurse Ngozi, Onome, the patient all coming out of my apartment, they all were horrifying as they sluggishly approached me, someone from behind grabbed me from my armpit to help me up, it was my mother, she screamed "...what is happening here...what is this...stand up John....stand up...!!!!", we ran out of the compound also but not the same direction others ran to, I had my bag wrapped around me as I whispered to my mother " mother....to the garage ...to the garage...", I struggled to walk but in no time, I passed out...

I woke up in a moving bus with my head on my mother's laps, I felt so weak and in pain as I could no longer feel my left arm, I raised my head slowly to see the whole bus setting, I and mother were the ones sitting at the back seat, other passengers filled the rest of the seats ahead as they all were looking back at us like we were criminals that got lucky at a crime scene, I sat up sweating furiously tilting my look slowly to my left hand, my hand was missing as my arm ended at my wrist, it wrapped with a cloth material that happened to be my mother's headtie, my hand had been completely separated from my arm and the rest of my body, I looked at my mother with tears filling my eyes, "you"ll be fine John...you'll be fine" that was all she could say as she slowly opened my bag to show me my cut off hand, it was stiff and shaped like it was holding something, I couldn't look anymore as I lowered my head to cry my heart out silently, I was so sad I thought of things I had done with my left hand, I thought of what I would do without it, not much I guess.. I had become an handicap as I do not have my complete body parts, I am now a guy that would be described as the guy without a left hand, am as incomplete as the word implies. I couldn't console myself neither could my mother, she just patted my back to tell me everything would be fine but deep down in me, I knew its just the beginning of the haunt like the sign board for bear hunting usually reads..


To my readers: I am really sorry for my late updates, its due to my busy schedule which I have to manipulate to get my plots and write the next issue... I'll endeavour to speed up the updates...
Thank you...Slick aka slickest aka zidiq....Onome says hi 2 u all...LOL

Ralphjoe: Kudos to you mr op(mr slickest) your story held me spellbound due to the high suspence in it & i must confess that you are a great writer, but 1 bad thing i notice about you is dat u take a long time to update. I finnished reading your story yesterday & i was expecting dat u might & have updated today bt imagine d dissapointment i felt nt seeing an update 4rm u, plz update sir

I think its high time I xplain my process...while at my training dat lasts for 11 hours daily from monday-saturday, I barely av time to reply my pings talkless writing, and before I write ineed to be in the situation, I need to be present in my story, first I'll ryt d plot then I'll begin to build, u all won't like it when I wryt scrap that ain scary...u scared is my joy..its sunday, I'll forfeit MANU's match to write bcoz 2day is a free day 4 me...so u c I come out of my comfort zone 2 update during the week, so pls don't be disappointed...

talentedjoe: Slickest. . . Where art thou?. . . I must confess . . I've been followin diz ish so sequentially and systematically. . . Yu're reali good @ O.P . . . Jes try finish ur work. . And also,i will like to shoot this stuff with you o. . . *m serious*

Yess boss....workin seriously on dat...we av 2 put an end 2 mediocrity in "NollyWOOD"

youth must work: Speechless, guy abeg take am easy. D last one nearly slaughtered me,
But guy no be u kill kako nah!, y him d show for ur house anyhow

Na me pursue am comot I'm awz

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I looked at my mum after her long explanation, she never knew she mingled with the spirits that haunts me, I felt very bad when she told me she ate something cooked by Onome, I dare not tell her the truth of the situation if I don't want her to die of a heart attack. My mother sat in expectant of my explanation and Onome's relationship with me, I didn't know what explanation to give as she was already damn attentive, I told her I was too tired to narrate any story, I told her that would be some other time when am stronger than I am now, she agreed and took a deep breath of relaxation.

Only my mother knows when am hungry, she looked at me and started lamenting over Onome who promised to bring me breakfast, I told her to calm down that the hospital made provision for every patients feeding, I was really hungry but I needed to calm her down because she could be annoying when she's angry. My mother stood up and asked for the toilet, she looked straight at the door leading to the passage where the patients' toilets are located, it was clearly indicated that only patients were allowed, I told her to go inquire at the reception for the visitor's toilet, she walked out of the ward telling me she would be back, I nodded my head and readjusted my back when a nurse came in with a black nylon containing something, she approached me with a smile on her face saying "happy birthday Mr.John..."

I was perplexed at the nurse's awkward greeting but I smiled back like it was really my birthday, I asked her who brought it but she told me a lady who claimed anonymity, she tried describing her appearance which she thought she was doing me a favour, her description perfectly explained Onome which put me on my normal state of fear, I waited for the nurse to leave before I slowly checked out what was in the nylon. First I looked in to the nylon before putting my hand in it, I saw a cooler which looked very much like the one Onome usually served me with, I gradually held it by the handle and brought it out gently, it felt heavy but I could still lift it out, I put it on the bed to gain balance but some kind of disgusting odour started infiltrating the atmosphere, I gradually turned the cover anti-clockwise to ease the opening so I do not stain the bed with what ever is in the cooler. I totally turned it and raised the cover off the cooler, the odour oozed out like it has been clamouring for freedom, I blocked my nose quickly and looked in to the cooler, all I saw was coagulated blood that filled the cooler, the stink from the cooler made me quickly close it so the odour doesn't exceed where it had gotten, "...its her foetus...and they are very much around...they won't stop until you are dead..." The blind man said quietly from his bed, I thought of my mother who left for the toilet and hasn't returned, I slid the cooler with the nylon under my bed to protect it from other eyes, I rushed out of the ward in search of my mother.

I got to the reception asking for the toilet, the nurses on duty at the reception looked at me like I was crazy, "don't you have your own toilet...my friend go back to your ward your food is coming..." One of the nurses said, I couldn't specify why I was looking for the visitors' toilet, my mother came out surprised, " john what is the problem..." She inquired, I couldn't say a word but to proceed back to the ward. I couldn't show my mum the proclaimed birthday present, I thought it was best to keep it a secret so I don't have to answer questions that doesn't have straight answers because the kind of world I live in now is a world of sight...."You need to see to believe..."

13th Jan 2009
10:00
Its been 3 days I last updated my diary, am in Anambra for the burial...
Will go back to Lagos with my Dad and siblings tomorrow never to return to Asaba again...
While I was still admitted in the hospital back in Asaba, Papa Sunday came to notify me and my mother to get ready for my discharge since he would be responsible for the payment of my bills, my mother reasoned with him and told me to strengthen up so I could leave, what got me bothered was where we were going to stay after leaving the hospital, I was given some drugs and my clothes but the only thing I didn't leave with was my mobile phone which had already been taken away as an object at the crime scene.

My mother led the way with the intention of going back to my house, I couldn't tell her its an abyss of horror and I had no intention of going back, but I know if I should tell her exactly what happened she might not live to give any comment, I decided to shut up and walk whilst my mother was happy her son was okay, "am sure Onome would have prepared something good since she couldn't bring the food to the hospital..." My mother said with a smile on her face. I approached my compound which was always crowded on weekends, other residents in my compound all came to sympathize with me and to also greet my mother, she reciprocated the regards while I thanked them and proceeded to the door, my heart pounded so did my skin go cold, I picked my key from my bag and put it in the key hole, I turned it anti clockwise and the door snapped open. I walked in slowly followed by mum, I stopped at the parlour while my mother proceeded to the kitchen, she noticed my fearful look and asked what the problem was, I couldn't talk and yet I couldn't pretend everything was fine, all I could say was "nothing". I looked everywhere around the house from where I stood in the sitting room, my mother went back to the kitchen in search of what to cook for us, I stationed my look at my toilet door since I knew what lives in there, I noticed movements below the door space like people were in the toilet, suddenly the door handle began to descend slowly like someone was about to come out, I moved some steps slowly back to the front door incase there would be need to run, I called out to my mum dragging my voice, "Mooommy..." I clamoured, she came out of the kitchen and asked why I called her, I didn't answer nor look at her as my eyes were stationed at the toilet door, she looked at me worriedly and walked to the toilet to open the door, the door barged opened and....
Nothing was inside, absolutely nothing filled the smelly toilet, my mother covered her nose at the oozing odour that dashed out of the toilet, she accused me of my dirty habit and complained bitterly, quickly I defended myself by telling her my friends who stayed here are the ones responsible.

The day got older as the sun approached the west to give way for darkness, my mother was finding it hard to see so she decided to get some candles from the shop she claimed she saw while we were coming, I didn't want her to leave me alone in the house while I also didn't want her to stay alone, I sat thinking of what to do when the front door slammed, my mother had already gone to get it... I was alone once again, quickly I stood up and rushed to the door, I pulled with all the strength left in me but the door remained jammed, I decided to take the kitchen door but the fire from the stove my mother was cooking with made the kitchen brighter, the fire from the stove was the only source of light in the whole house, I couldn't get close to the kitchen as my legs were already uncontrollably shaking, suddenly there were movements coming from the ceiling like it was going to fall, the toilet and bathroom door dashed opened at the same time as Nnenna was standing in the bathroom and Mama Sunday standing in the toilet.....

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It was morning already, as I could hear the horns and see head lights of cars passing by from my bed, I sat up looking straight at the security men who were still waiting for their colleagues to return with the police, I looked at the crime scene and knew a whole lot of damage had been done. Other patients sat up from their beds and murmured to each other as they were all surprised at the corpses that laid all around, other hospital officials came in to the ward biting their fingers and shaking their heads at the bizarre scenario, they were all scared of saying anything that might put them in to trouble as the security men made it known to them that this was a crime scene and caution had to be applied in whatever they utter.


The police men arrived and other crime investigation forces, the SSS, the MOPOL and a few of the army stood at the gate like a war was about to ensue, my heart pounded when the CID came in for questioning, intelligence was applied at the crime scene as the corpses weren't touched neither was any thing at the crime scene, one of the CID official said forensic strategy would be used to solve the case at the same time get to know what really happened. I got really bothered because I never thought of my finger prints on the nurse's shoe which had already been taken away in a plain nylon, other patients were also scared at the presence of the police, their fear aggravated when they heard we were all going to be questioned.

Time went by quickly as they called on patients one after the other for questioning, it got to my turn and I buttoned my suit of confidence, I was taken out of the ward in to a separate office which happened to be Doctor Eugenes's office, there were well wishing cards decorated all around the table reading "happy married life", he had his picture hung on the wall with him putting up a graduation cap, I felt pity for him but tilted my look to the officer for questioning. He asked for my name which I told him quickly, he proceeded asking me what happened in the ward, I sympathetically told him I didn't know beating my knuckle on my palm mildly, he kept pestering me with questions but all I said was that I was asleep and I didn't know what was going on, I told him I heard no noise neither was I disturbed, I was told to leave as I was led to another ward where all the questioned patients were.

I stood by the door entrance looking at the turn of the case as nothing has been gotten from any questioned patient, suddenly Baba Odika came out of the ward where his son-in-law corpse laid, my heart trembled at the sight of him as he was accompanied by his wailing daughter, they must have gone in while I was being questioned I thought, they passed by me back to the reception, doctor Eugene's wife was also accompanied out of the ward as she cried uncontrollably, she was already a widow even before she got married, I looked the other way as she cried past me knowing fully well I ended the life of her fiance to stay alive.

The heat began to die down as the sun rose to brighten the day, my heart skipped when I remembered I forgot my diary under my pillow, that was the greatest evidence that'll point all fingers at me as the culprit, I looked outside as no one was allowed in to the ward, one of the nurses accompanied the blind man in to our newly allocated ward after his own interrogation, he was led to his own bed, he called out to me shortly after the nurse left the ward, he put his hand deep into his underwear and put my diary in my palm, I felt so relieved to the extent I couldn't even say thank you, I held it tightly and vowed never to lose it again as I might not be lucky the next time.

10:00
My mother arrived at about past nine this morning, I was so happy to see her same as she, she came in with Papa Sunday who acted reluctant in bringing her in, she hugged me and sat beside my bed, Papa Sunday took his leave immediately he saw I and my mother's union, I wasn't bothered as I didn't greet him and he also didn't. She asked after my health and what transpired to have landed me here in a very bad state, I told her to relax as I turned the table to her asking her what took her so long in getting to Asaba, she said she arrived early this morning due to the faulty bus she boarded, she said "...the driver never told us how bad his bus was ooo, it was when he hit the road after some kilometres his bus started showing us its true colour, we stopped on the road over thirty times before we could get to the nearest mechanic...but thank God all that is history now, you have very good friends oo John, I got to your house as early as 4:00am this morning, the description your neighbour Papa Sunday gavE me was very straight forward, it didn't give me any hard time in finding your house. I walked in the compound and a door opened suddenly, a girl beckoned me from the entrance of the opened door and I approached her to ask if she could help me out in getting Papa Sunday's apartment, she got on her knees quickly as I got to the door, she told me to come in telling me I had already reached your own apartment, I walked in and saw the sitting room well arranged, a boy dressed like a footballer also was seated on a chair, a lady came out of your kitchen dressed as a nurse, they all showed a good sign of respect by greeting me properly, I wasn't comfortable in their midst but I could get like that sometimes. They all started introducing themselves one after the other, I love that Onome girl so much, she's a very respectful girl, the lady in the nurse dress said she was the nurse in charge of taking care of you that she only came home to get some more syringes....that Kako boy is so full of himself, he didn't even utter a word after he told me his name, I was so surprised when Eugene came out of your bedroom, I almost slapped him, I scolded him immediately making him know the kind of trauma he put my sister in, he said its your fault anyway but that notwithstanding, I told him to call his mother to tell her he was alright, one Nnenna girl was also there saying they all just returned from the hospital after checking on you, Onome said she came home to prepare your breakfast so I decided to wait and some from her delicious meal...they'll all said we both will join them very soon after you have been discharged, I said amen and told them I was ready to go see you at the hospital, I was told to knock on the next door which happened to be Papa Sunday's, they said they'll soon be here that we should both get ready for them, Nnenna acted like she couldn't wait to see you...you all must be good friends. I knocked on Papa Sunday's door which didn't take time to open, I told him I was your mother and he immediately got in his shirt and slippers to bring me here... John what really happened?...."

2moro nyt is d nxt update...kip it a date...

Yeeeeah.....dancing azonto n galala @d same tym....inspiration rejuvinated

My views and posts are not encouraging

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The dolt patient was beginning to break the silence with his broken record accusation, I was scared he could wake other patients with his utterance which will definitely put me in a deeper mess, I just got questioned not up to 24 hours and am already standing beside another dead nurse, a fool is also accusing me of being a murderer which I know I am but not of the dead nurse. I tried explaining to him and begged him to at least stop vociferating before other patients wakes up and also join him in believing what is not, he acted like he was deaf as he pitched his voice, he picked up a metal spoon from the floor and began hitting it hard on his metal bed, I got really angry at him and still continued to beg him, my annoyance got fuelled when he started shaking his rickety bed which made a very rusty noise, he still didn't stop hitting the bed and also his shouting "killer don enter hosipitul ooo...him go killi us ooo...", I was so green like the hulk, I bent down beside the nurse to take one of her heeled shoe off, I held it by the fore exposing the heel, I approached the noisy patient who didn't even know what I was doing, he was already submerged with his noise making job, I got to his bed side but he acted like I wasn't there... With so much force in my right hand I smashed the heel on his head which penetrated immediately inside, blood pumped out of his head like a just discovered borehole, I quickly stepped back so I don't get stained.

The silence was present again as the noisy patient had been silenced by the nurse's shoe, I was beginning to regret my action but I had no choice, suddenly there were footsteps of someone coming from the reception, I looked back at the glass on the door leading to the reception where I saw a groping ray of light from a torch approaching, it was obvious someone was coming, quickly I ran to my bed and jumped on it to pretend like I was asleep, the door barged open and doctor Eugene walked in holding a torch in his hand, "Oh my God!!!...Ngozi...what is this...who did this..." He yelled as he rushed towards Ngozi's corpse, he bent down and stayed there for seconds, he got up again and rushed to the patient with a hole on his head, there was a sudden silence in the ward which got me a little scared, doctor Eugene took a step at a time towards me shinning his torch on my hand, I wondered how he got to know it was me, I looked down on my own hand and I realised I was still holding nurse Ngozi's shoe which was dripping off the patient's blood, my unconscious pretence was beginning to expose me, the doctor already gave me a suspicious look earlier like I was a criminal but there was no evidence to prove me guilty,but now a lot of evidences enough to prosecute me, doctor Eugene approached me with so much anger and resentment as he put one of his hand in his pocket, he brought out his phone and called the security, he told them to hastily come down to the ward where he was that their attention was needed, quickly I stood up and pushed the doctor to the ground, his phone slid away as he started begging for mercy, I knew he wouldn't show me mercy when the police arrives, I didn't waste anytime time in smashing him with the heeled shoe on the head, he died instantly and quickly I threw the shoe on nurse Ngozi's body, I unzipped the doctor's pant trousers and brought out his manhood, I approached the patient and did the same too, I jumped on the nurse's corpse and pulled down her pants, at that point my whole feet was stained with blood, I dragged down the patient's bed sheet and cleaned my feet with it, I jumped back on my bed before the hospital's security arrive.

Four security men arrived the ward holding a police bat each, I could tell they were all surprised at the corpses that laid on the ground, the looked at each other's faces as one of them who looked superior made a suggestion of calling the police, they looked too confused to even look around for evidences as two of them were told to stay on standby because the ward has become a crime scene, I was a little relieved as I could now take a little nap since there were strong men on guard, I wondered what kind of liquid they injected other patients that made them sleep like they were dead, all the noise and actions didn't even serve as a form of disturbance for them.

I tapped out of my sleep as a result of the sudden sound of the generator and also the blinks of the ward's fluorescent tubes, I sat up unconsciously and looked at the intensity of what I have done, there was blood on the curtains ahead of the noisy patient, I stood on the ground like I didn't know what was going on, the security men on guard told me to go back to bed but I knowingly put on a worried and scared look, they told me everything was under control and that everyone was safe, I sat on my bed before laying down, I saw I had no blood stains on me then I hailed my stealth style with a hidden smile but also knew I was getting deeper in my abysmal situation, all I could do was just wait for what lurks...

I over heard the conversation of the two securities as they spoke about the very unfortunate doctor who was suppose to wed today, he had his engagement the day I was brought to the hospital, they spoke about his love for his profession and he being on duty on his wedding day, it sounded awkward but it was true and with the way they spoke about him he showed how much people around loved him, they said what they didn't believe was that he could pull such act of raping nurse Ngozi, I felt guilty immediately I heard that but saying a word will only prove doctor Eugene's innocence, I stayed silent and felt too unclean to ask for God's forgiveness, they didn't stop talking and I also didn't stop listening.

My heart pounded in response to the security men conversation, they moved on to another unfortunate person involved in the killing spree, they talked about the patient I hacked who happened to be Baba Odika's son-in-law, he was married to his first daughter who bore him 5 children, they said it would be trouble for the whole community and a living hell if the one responsible for this is still alive, I shook as my skin felt cold to the sudden revelation, I felt I have gotten to the depth of my troubled life, they scared me more on how powerful Baba Odika is and what his curse had done to those who have defaulted, I laid my plastered head properly on the pillow thinking of how and when I'll record my unfortunate tale in my precious diary.

Issue 25
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Thoughts ran through my head with a leading bass heart beat, I wondered how the dead could operate a phone, immediately I decided to delete the message so it doesn't serve as an evidence against in the future, I got to the delete option to finally erase the message from my phone, I pushed the required button and waited as it displayed on the screen indicating it was going through the deletion process, suddenly it halted the process and beeped back a message saying "operation failed", I was surprised at the error prompt it brought back, I tried the process over and over again but the same beep subsequently returned, I went back to my list of contacts to delete Onome's number which was the contact that sent the message, the same operation failed prevailed my efforts, I was stunned at the new development on my own nokia model, with fear still very much in me I decided to view her number to see why it couldn't be deleted, to my utmost surprise a different combination made the contact that just reached me, her telephone number read "%^|¤@±"....
I pushed the red button reacting to the shock, but on the home my network indicated an SOS, my network provider wasn't indicated as it usually does, then my phone rang again...quickly I dropped the phone on the bed and looked at it like someone was going to come out of it, it kept ringing and suddenly stopped, it made a sound like the call had been picked, I listened attentively as silence followed the halted ring, "I know you can hear me John...we're coming...coming for you...you....you..." Whispers from different voices came out of the phone that automatically put itself on speaker, I could hear heavy breathing from the phone like someone was doing it intentionally, the breathing continued which made my phone emit soldering smoke, a hissing sound came from my phone and there was dead silence again. I tried picking up my phone but it was so hot it burnt my finger, I wrapped the phone with the bed sheet to aid me in holding it, the phone was turned off and all my efforts to turn on was to no avail...my phone was spoilt....

Reality set in when I realised I was alone in this because every other patient sharing my ward was asleep, sounds came from the passage leading to the toilet, I heard the knocks of heels echoing out the passage as if someone was approaching, I stood up and started walking backwards with my eyes on the door, the knocks didn't stop but instead it got louder meaning it got closer, my heart pounded harder like it was going to burst, then I started hearing echoing voices, different voices from different people, it all echoed out of the passage accompanied by the drags an knocks of their feet, "Joooooohn.....Joooooooohn.....Johhhhnnnnnnn...." Was all they whispered as they got closer to the door....

I approached the other door leading to the reception, praying I don't get attacked from behind, all of a sudden the door behind me opened and there was no movement nor sound, I was too scared to look behind me, I knew this night would definitely be the last, I slowly turned my neck around and there stood the nurse on duty, she held the door looking straight at me with so much anger written all over her face, "what is wrong with you this man...can't you just stay on your bed?...what are you looking for now?...psshw..please return to your bed..." She said angrily, I still had my eyes stationed on the door as the sounds from the passage still did not stop, "its like something or someone is in there..." I replied in a shaky voice raising my shaking hand to point at the passage door.

I wore a surprise look when I saw her looking at the door with so much attention and concentration, she acted like she could hear it too, "who's john?.." She said looking at me and back at the door as she walked towards the door like she knew who was behind it, " I don't know..." I replied her question giving way for her to walk, I told her to be careful but she ignored and walked on. She got to the door and pushed it open as she walked majestically in to the passage with the door shutting behind her, "who is in here?..." I heard her say but there was no reply to her inquiry, I stood at the closest exit entrance should in case there's need for an emergency take off, I kept my eyes on the door waiting for the nurse to return.

Silence ruled for minutes that the nurse had been gone, there were no longer sounds nor movements from the passage, I waited for minutes which I was sure amounted to an hour but since I no longer have a phone to keep tab on the time, all I could do was feel based on the passing moments. I became impatient and had no choice but to call out to her, I slowly walked towards the door and whispered to her, since I didn't know her name so I addressed her by calling her "Nurse...Nurse...", there was no response and it got me worried, I decided to peep through the glass so I could see from where I stood but the darkness in the passage prevented me from seeing a thing, I made up my mind not to go in there because I was sure those ghosts calling out for me will utilise their slim opportunity.

I looked through the glass again but all I saw was the same darkness, I called out to the nurse again then suddenly...there was a slap on the glass by a hand soaked in blood, quickly I moved back to see who it was, the door gradually opened an the nurse dragged herself out of the passage, her tongue was cut off as she had syringes all over her neck and one of her eye, her body also occupied syringes of different types which made her so weak she couldn't stand, her white skimpy dress was soaked in her own blood and it still dripped since the silk material couldn't hold any more of it. She struggled to raise her to look at me with her one eye, she couldn't even call for help since her tongue had been cut off. I couldn't go close to her because she was still at the door, she had a sympathetic look on her face and I could see the fear of not wanting to die, she got past the door and approached me dragging her self on the ground, she grew weaker until she no longer had any energy left due to her heavy blood loss, all I did was stood and watched her struggle, I was too scared to make a move, she stopped moving all of a sudden which quickly registered in my brain that she was dead. I was confused on what next to do, I got so tired of my existence and started bombarding myself with hopeless questions, "why me?...why must people keep dying?...when will it stop...", at that moment my fate wasn't clear even to me, it was so sure I would be the first suspect if the nurse is found dead or missing. I stood contemplating on my next line of action before anyone barges in, I decided to drag her to the toilet so I could be a little save of being accused, suddenly one of the patients in the ward from his bed shouted with his tiny voice, "you ...you....you don kill awa nurse?" He stammered as he sat up to get a closer and better view, I tried explaining to him but he kept repeating the same statement that I was a murderer....

[quote author=Aghagba]Ah,gbege,ghost ke abeg slickest na my name u dey use o.(onome)bt damn dis story is scary[/q
Not my intention plz 4giv ma wrong pick of name...mayb u'll b ma character when I wanna shoot d real movie