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Fear, confusion, hope and choice were all I had to bargain with and fast because every split nanosecond counted, I looked back at Mama Sunday who walked with assurance that my days are over, she dragged her self towards me leaving a conspicuous bloody trail on the white tiled passage, I looked at the opened toilet where Eugene was waiting, the moment I stared at Eugene, the aggrandizement of fear left me no choice but to cry at the top of my voice for help. Mama Sunday maintained her pace as she got closer and I was left with no option but to join Eugene in the toilet, I closed the door and passed Eugene to stand on the slippery closet, I didn't stop calling for help as Eugene also didn't stop staring at me with a patient look, just then I realised Eugene wasn't after me...he only wanted something from me.

Mama Sunday's creeping sound stopped at the door and the next thing I expected was she walking through, I took a deep breath to get ready for my death when suddenly the door barged opened and a lady in a skimpy white dress was standing looking at me awkwardly, "what's the meaning of all these sir...u stained the whole tiles with your blood and you stood here calling for help, can you please get off the closet and follow me..." A lady who appeared to be a nurse said, quickly I jumped to the ground and walked towards her, Eugene was gone and Mama Sunday was no where to be found, I quickly preceded her leaving her to close the door, the blood trail by Mama Sunday was very visible which began to scare me, I looked back and saw the nurse cat walking behind me, the blinking fluorescent made me see Mama Sunday standing at the end of the passage with so much anger as usual, I hastily faced straight and walked on back to the ward.

The nurse looked at me like I was mentally deranged without altering a word, she ordered the cleaners to clean the stained tiles while she checked my bandages and plasters to see where I bled from, she had a confused look on her face but she believed it wasn't obvious, the situation just left her in a world of mystery leaving no visible clues. She left rolling her eyeballs and also believing in maybes, I sat up looking at the passage door where the cleaners were still their cleaning, I hoped and prayed they seeing the dead's blood is not a bad sign. "Its a bad sign kid...when the living sees the tracks and left overs of ghosts it means there's a big problem, it means the ghosts are angry and they want to be visible to all, the angrier they get the more people die, why don't you just give it up so this doesn't get any worse...you'll still die anyway..." The blind man said, "...see, you're getting on my nerves oo!!...did I ask for your opinion or advice?..or can't I have privacy of my own thoughts?..." I replied swiftly acting like I never needed his help but deep inside I was beginning to understand what was going on, " glad I could help..." He said again, I remained silent and watched the cleaners walk out of the ward, I stationed my eyes on the door leading to the horrific passage thinking about what next to do because the attempt on my life gets closer on every attack and to think of it, its just Mama Sunday that's on my tail, what if others join?...

18:00
No unexpected movements, so attacks, the last six hours has been peaceful and I didn't believe I could interact well with the blind man who later told me his name was Sam, he said he was blinded by those he prophesied to, he said he warned them not to send their first son to the university for that would be his doom, he said many cursed him and others gave listening ears, it wasn't up to a week when the news came home that their son was dead, out of annoyance the whole residents attacked him like he was responsible for the unfortunate incident that befell the poor family, in the process someone out of many stuck a stick in his two eyes which got him blind believing that would put an end to his vision of misfortunes, I felt sorry for him and gave him my cue on the matter, I blamed for always revealing his visions, I told him its not everyone that wants to know what the future holds, he defended himself by saying he had saved more lives than those that have crucified him. Other patients who really didn't understand english spoke their native language and Sam replied even if they really didn't understand what the conversation was all about, the voices of other patients made the ward a little lively burying my fear but leaving the head out in the open, the nurses came to give each patient their medication not excluding me too, some were injected to go to bed early while others were taken for a walk to stretch their muscles.

20:00
Its going to be a long night, I can't request for that syringe that knocks patients to sleep so I don't encounter any attack, I might just be killed while I sleep too because the main reason for hustle is to live,so that definitely is not really a good idea... eyes wide open till only God knows when, its dark already and their mode of operation electrically here has been briefly explained at about 7:00pm when a nurse came with a rechargeable lamp, she dropped it at the centre of the ward on a stool with its bright lights facing the ceiling so everybody can enjoy the little brisk it distributes, I couldn't just take my eyes off the door leading to the passage, the little opening on the top of the door has a transparent glass that makes one see through, I could see a little of the passage through the glass and it was dark as the path to the throat, since there is no electricity the blinking fluorescent has no effect, it is definitely going to be one scary night. Some new faces dressed as nurses came in earlier this evening talking about how they'll need to sleep over night,it was obvious they are on the night shift, they both talked about how hectic their day was, all I could learn from them was that there won't be anyone to call on for help when it all boils down. I still did not take my eyes off the door keeping tab of any sudden movement, I stylishly ate my dinner which happened to b fufu and one piece of meat with my eyes fixed on the door like that's the only place a ghost could appear or come out from.

10th Jan 2009
08:00
Another day and am still breathing, another night passed and am still here to update my diary, last night was the most scary night of my life, for every night that passes by it leaves memories that'll linger all my life,i I ate my dinner like I was supposed to but with all concentration on the door, it was getting late and all other patients were asleep except I and Sam, he narrated his escapades as a first timer in Lagos but my attention for him was very minimal, he knew I wasn't paying attention but he didn't stop, suddenly his tone changed "I feel forces....angry forces... Not one ...not two...I have never felt such intense hatred and anger in my life...they're coming for you...they are...", he gave me no room to ask him any any question before one of the nurses came in to give him his medication, they finalised it with a sedative that put him to sleep because I called his name after the nurse left but he never answered, I knew I was downfall but what to do was far fetched in all my ideas, suddenly my phone rang, I was so confident it was my mum because the doctor said she was already on her way, to my surprise it wasn't my mother...the name on the screen indicated Onome, I was so scared I dropped the phone on the bed, I looked around the ward and every patient was asleep, I was alone with my fate. I stared at my phone as it didn't stop ringing, suddenly it stopped and a text message got delivered, I picked it to read but the sender was Onome, it read " PICK THE CALL....YOUR BABY WANTS TO SAY HELLO!!!", immediately, the phone began to ring again, I summoned courage to pick it and placed it on my ear, all I could hear was a screeching noise and a baby crying in the background, suddenly a fierce whisper followed " you will join ussss...." and the phone beeped call ended..

Clemzy16: If you could elude the duo this time then i don't see you dying in this story.

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I struggled to get out of bed but my legs couldn't move,it looked sedated the way it rested lifeless on the bed, I shook my head feeling sorry for myself, I looked up at the entrance where Eugene was standing then looked around to see if other patients could see him,it appeared no one did the way they all turned their heads on their beds. "...He's begging you to please bury him...he's begging you to save his mother the pain of hope and expectation...he says he's in pain..." a man said laying on his bed, I endeavoured to see who it was but the best explanation was he being a man, he had a bandage wrapped around his eyes with blood dots on the outer layer of the bandage positioned on the eye, I wondered how he could see with both his eyes covered, "....am blind....now..." He said, I swallowed spit and leaned forward, "...but I never asked you anything...."I muttered with a straight face, he laughed and said "...I can hear your thoughts...", " ...you are a very bad man John...and your doom is near...I sense it...", I felt bad at his utterances but I hid it in my reply,"...you don't me....and I don't know you...so keep your fake spiritual sight to yourself..." I said in a cold and disrespectful tone, he laughed again and said,"...the worst thing a man can do to himself is to waste his own time and deceive himself...you're bathing with your own saliva and telling us its clean water", I knew perfectly well what he was talking about and I thought the best thing I could do was to open up to him and see if he could help out. "...I see it already so you don't need to open up to me....your only way out is either you die or open up to the relatives of the deceased then die...look John, a session was performed on the nurse and she won't stop until your dead...the girl at the bukkah died wishing she bore you a kid...her sister is even more fierce than the nurse...son, you should have just been a politician...not even God can save you from this..." He explained with a smile on his face.

I picked my pen and diary I placed under the pillow without replying anything the blind man said, jumpy reactions occurred in my internal setting, my heart kicked at what the mind reader disclosed, he served me the future right on a bloody tray, no wonder my father used to say "let's just live...leave the what is come...". I didn't know what to do or say but to record my certain end I just heard from a blind man.

12:00
Uche strolled in to the hospital ward with a pathetic look on his face, I could feel he was sorry for me as he approached my bed, I adjusted myself leaning perfectly on the pillow and making sure my diary was properly hidden under it. Uche sat on the vacant bed beside mine as he condoled me, I smiled and wished he could just leave at once before his mouth starts dancing without beats, I pretended like I wanted to be alone which he noticed and took his leave, I appreciated his caring attitude and told him I'll see him when am discharged. "What kind of brotherly could someone who's not your brother have for you...the love burning in that boy's heart is greater than the one you'll have for your son..." the blind man intervened after Uche left, "shut your mouth you cursed being, what's your business with mine...how come your eyes were plucked out if truly you could read minds...your tongue should have been the missing one..." I replied with annoyance, he laughed and remained silent for minutes, "you see, they thought I saw things with my eyes but they were wrong, they said I only see misfortunes and bad happenings, its not my fault I sense them....I never understood when I was young, I thought it was just me being good at guessing but I realised it was a gift I couldn't reject when my father died in an accident...it was my mother's birthday and my dad was on his way to work, I stood on my 11 year old feet to go say happy birthday to my one year older mother, just then I appeared on a highway, I saw a bus approaching with my father sitting by the window, one of the front tire disengaged causing the bus to tumble, the bus caught fire which made me scream aloud, my mother held me and asked what the problem was, my dad was standing by the door looking at the both of us, I said it straight that my father was going to die today, my mother slapped me and told me to shut my mouth, she left me in the room as she walked away with my dad, my father didn't alter a word to me, all he did was whisper with my mum as they went back to the sitting room, I heard a loud voice of my father while whispered to my mum " I wonder where this woman got this cursed child...." I wondered how he did it without saying it with his mouth, just then I realised it was his thoughts speaking. My heart pounded because I was a hundred and one percent sure he was going to die, I had seen similar things but I kept it to myself because I thought it was normal, like when my aunt died while giving birth, when my grandpa fell and died while tapping palm wine, when nigeria lost in a nations cup campaign, all what I saw came to pass and my father's won't be an exception. I came out of my room and begged him not to go but my angry mum shut me up once more, my father picked up his briefcase and kissed my mum goodbye...

I knew that was going to be the last kiss on my mother's cheek from my father, I was hurt that they never gave me the benefit of the doubt, well that's if nothing happened after he stayed at home, there would still be blame that I brought up dirty thoughts in my head. It took three hours before the racket crowd approached our door, my mum who was a house wife was already fast asleep, she got up and rushed to the door but to her utmost surprise, her husband was laid at the door step, he was partially burnt and most of his bones broken which was obvious from the outside..." The blind man narrated, I put a halt to his story because I really wasn't interested, I had so many beans on my tray to pick and I do not know where to start from. I felt pressed and also felt my sedated limb, I could move it easily, I didn't waste much time as I stood up wearing my trousers, it still had dots of blood but I couldn't walk to the toilet half naked, I put on my stained shirt also which was well folded on the ground beside me, I picked my phone and stuffed it in my pocket, I still felt pains all over my body but it was something I could bear. I adjusted my trouser and picked my diary under my pillow, I stuffed it together with my biro in to my back pocket and proceeded to the entrance, the passage was a little dark with sunlight finding it difficult to penetrate, the only source of light was the blinking fluorescents.

I limped as I walked past different wards stationed opposite each other, murmurs from patients and groan escaped from the doors, I saw the inscription on a door indicating the toilet for males at the extreme end of the long passage, in time I was right in front of the door, I opened it and limped inside, the toilet wasn't so spacious but it was okay for one at a time, there was a wash hand basin with a mirror on the wall, the closet was wide opened but clean, I unzipped my trouser to empty my bladder, then some sounds became very audible, I sounded like there was someone else in the toilet with me, the whisper was loud enough for me not to doubt my self, I paid attention to know where the strange sound was coming from but in no time it was clear and obvious, it came from inside the closet, quickly I brought out my thing and urinated in fear in to the closet, the whisper got louder as bubbles came from inside the closet, I had already watered my hands and trousers with my urine out of fear, I hurried to the basin and open the tap, picked the bar soap to wash my hands, I raised my head to look at the mirror and Eugene was standing right behind me in the mirror, my heart skipped but I couldn't move a muscle, my hands were still soapy as I turned around slowly, we both stared at each other, blood rolled down his grey iris as he made sounds like he was finding it hard to breathe, I slowly sneaked out of the toilet as he turned his head to watch me run, I wasn't fast enough but I just had to get away from him.

I ran in the direction of my ward with my heart beating furiously, Eugene wasn't after me but human reflex was what I obeyed. I reached my ward door and opened it but....mama Sunday was standing beside my bed backing me, she turned around slowly with two syringes in both hands, the look on her looked fiercer than the last time I saw it, her both iris were black in colour as it was obvious she was looking straight in to my eyes. She approached me slowly as she dragged her feet on the ground, she held the syringes tightly and opened her mouth wide, blood poured out like she regurgitated it, I moved some steps backward but honestly didn't know where to run. "Run john...run..." Said the blind man on his bed, I turned around and ran on the straight passage, I looked back and Mama Sunday was confidently following me leaving traces of blood every step she took, as I proceeded back to the toilet where I left Eugene I realised the passage was a dead end, the passage doesn't lead to any exit...I got to the toilet and opened the door....Eugene was still standing in the toilet looking straight at me, I looked back and Mama Sunday approached me slowly.....

Glad u guys understand...d story shall continue 2nyt

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I struggled furiously as they approached me, their hands pushed forward like they wanted to tear me to pieces, they got closer with their dragging feet and I in turn had no where to go and nothing to do but scream my heart out, I closed my eyes so I don't see any part of me suffer dissection...."...take it easy...easy..you're okay...easy..." Was the next voice I heard, I felt touches all over my body and I took the courage to open my eyes... I was surrounded by three nurses and a man who appeared to be a doctor, Papa Sunday was standing far away beside my feet, I raised my head a little and found out I was on a bed...a hospital bed. I was on a boxer short with nothing else on, some parts of my chest and laps were plastered, there was a sharp pain from the back of my head which brought back the last memory of how I was thrown against the wall, I reached to touch it with one of my fingers when I realised my head had been scraped clean, I raised my head devastated looking at Papa Sunday like he did it but the man in white who's perfectly fit to be called the doctor answered my question before I asked, "...the cut was deep and we had to reach its base, I didn't want to just scrape some and leave the rest so you don't look like a thug....just had to make it a clean treatment...we still have some questions to ask you though before we can let Mr.Nnamdi here leave but you have to be a in better condition...I am Eugene...doctor Eugene..." the doctor said, I relaxed on the bed whilst Papa Sunday whom I never knew his real name is Mr.Nnamdi also took a seat on the visitors' chair beside me.

Little Sunday was asleep on his father's laps which I didn't detest, he was awake all night and nature had taken its course on him, I looked at his father who looked at me like he had a thousand and one questions to ask me. "I searched your phone and got one of your relative's number, to be precise I put a call through to your mother informing her that you were involved in a minor accident and had been admitted... She told me she'll be on her way..." Papa Sunday narrated the development on the situation, I didn't know what else to say after I blamed him of alerting my mother, I told him there were better alternatives but not my mother, I knew things were getting abysmal and way beyond my control... The situation now is on autopilot, I hope and only hope I make it out alive

Papa Sunday was still staring at me while I suffered a severe migraine, there was silence governing both of us as we didn't know what to discuss, I wasn't also in the mood to discuss anything with him because I already had a responsibility of nurturing my head ache, "....did u kill my wife?..." He broke the silence looking straight in to my eyes, shock gripped me all over at the sudden question, I wasn't surprised he did ask but I was shocked he suspected me, I denied it of course and also spoke to him aggressively so he would back off a little bit, my strategy worked as he didn't push it any further, obviously the reason why he was detained was so he could give a reasonable explanation of what happened to me in his apartment. I noticed my diary in the bag and my mobile phone on a stool beside my bed, my heart pounded as I prayed no one had glanced through its pages, I removed the diary from the bag with my pen placed in the last page where I stopped recording, I opened it and started recording with the aim of hiding it under my pillow in the absence of Papa Sunday. I wrote ignoring Papa Sunday who sat beside me, he looked like he wanted to see what I was always writing in the blue covered book every now and then while I paid attention to my memory recovery of how all the past events unfolded.

09:00
Papa Sunday left the enormous ward where I laid giving me the chance to keep my diary safely without any suspicions, he left little Sunday behind on the bed where he was still in his sound sleep meaning he would be back soonest. I'll put this under my pillow now.

10:00
What a way to end a week and begin a weekend, I laid for an hour just changing sides on the slim bed, I took a look around the ward which harboured different kinds of sick men, some were asleep while others had their eyes wide open, all down with different kinds ailments best known to them. Papa Sunday hasn't returned from wherever he might have gone but I know for certain he can't leave his son behind, I'll just wait for what the next unknown situation brings, am still expecting my mother by the way.

11:00
The last one hour was a stone to chew for Papa Sunday but he eventually pulled through, a police man was invited to interrogate the both of us on the incident that happened in Papa Sunday's apartment, he explained all he saw as it was clear he was asleep and missed out on the action, he kept saying the same thing about him seeing me on the floor bleeding from my head with syringes all over my body, he said little Sunday was also crying which was what woke him up from his sleep, he said he called for help after he saw me unconscious, "...and that's all I know..." He concluded. The police man must be a rookie to have interrogated us both at the same place, I just told the same story Papa Sunday narrated but on my own path, I told him the syringe bag fell and poured the syringes all over the place, I narrated that in the process of picking them I fell on the pointed syringes and hit my head on the wall.

I put down my statement so did Papa Sunday and that marked the end of the first phase of the investigation, Papa Sunday was free to go but the police told him he would still be needed for more proceedings on the investigation but at later times, Mr Nnamdi dropped his number to show he would always be available to help the police, the officer left leaving I, Papa Sunday and the doctor in the ward, the doctor also wished me well and left the ward, Papa Sunday stood up and held his little son who was already awake, he looked at me and said "...problem dey ooo my brother... big problem... I saw you floating Mr John, something weird is going on because its not normal for you to float in the air...." , he talked in a low tone and walked away with his son. I sat baffled as other patients in the ward stared at me like I was a criminal...

My phone rang displaying a number that wasn't amidst my contacts, I picked it and it was Eugene's mother, she lamented on how she discarded Eugene's idea of staying with me, she spoke ill about me and said she hadn't heard from her son for two days, she is my aunt so I had to give her some respect because she deserves it, I tried explaining things to her but she made her final statement which was straight and clear, "...look for my son ooo...because I know him well...". The phone beeped indicating the end of the call, I looked at it and saw the the call duration blinking on the screen, confusion took control of me for a while but I soon snapped out of it, I dropped my phone back on the stool then I noticed someone standing at the entrance of the ward, I raised my head to see who it was...it turned out to be Eugene, he looked at me like he was in pain...he didn't come any closer but his dusty and tattered blood dripping clothes sent fear through my spine, he held his intestine in his hand while his collar bone shot out from the inside, his head wasn't standing well on his neck...I couldn't take my eyes off him, it was then I noticed blood coming out of his eyes, I sat up but I couldn't feel my legs which means I couldn't walk....

Its ready ppl....no worry

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My feet felt cold and my head got bigger, it expanding like it was going to burst with my brains scattered all over the room, it was a well known fact that when one is close to a ghost an inevitable feeling of a swollen head is what you get,its like it marks their presence or say it calls for respect. I felt cold like I could ice a drink better than a freezer even while I could feel sweat roll down all over my skin, my heart beat increased to the level I thought this would be it, I already had the feeling that I was going to die but death is not a phenomenon you wish for, even with my bad deeds and the scary things I encounter, I still didn't want to die, all the pain and agony I'll be inflicted with is what I feared the most, I'll rather run.

The silence, darkness and fearful feeling all around me was so immense that I couldn't fight the little cry of fear that escaped my lips unconsciously, I couldn't see a thing except the colour black which revealed nothing to me but darkness, the only thing I could think of at that moment was Papa Sunday, screaming at the top of my voice might be the only thing that could preserve my soul because it is obvious my Creator has left me in my own zone. "Leave me alone...!!!" I said as I waved my knuckle sporadically around me as a form of defence but not ignorant that its not enough to cause any damage, I moved around the sitting room aiming for Papa Sunday's room which I could locate without looking since its the same setup as my apartment.

Papa Sunday didn't respond as I shouted, little Sunday didn't make a sound with all the darkness around, I thought kids were supposed to be afraid of the dark but it appeared little Sunday doesn't belong to that group. I threw my knuckle around like I could see them but took steps slowly towards the bed room, suddenly...there was a grip on my collar from behind me, I looked back knowing I won't see a thing...but I was wrong, there were glowing red eyes belonging to people I can't see, my heart was already at the edge as I shouted "HELP!!!!", I ascended in to thin air fast like someone pulled me from the top...with force I hit the ceiling and I could tell it was broken, I kept shouting for help while I floated in the air...I felt sharp pricks all over my body like I was being stabbed needles... I didn't stop shouting till...alas... Papa Sunday's torch came alive, I still continued shouting while I suspended in the air, Papa Sunday looked like he was trying to get sleep off his eyes as he scratched them, I looked at the ground and saw my laps in the process, there were syringes all over my laps and upper body, I screamed harder after seeing my self floating and blood dripping all over me, at that moment I knew it wasn't normal for humans to fly...I looked in front of me and saw Mama Sunday still with the fierce look on her face, Papa Sunday was still on the bed coughing like he does every morning...Mama Sunday came close with her ultra speed with another syringe in her hand aiming for my head... I screamed again but I was thrown against the wall, I hit my head hard on a sharp object but I couldn't fight anymore...all I saw was Papa Sunday running towards me as he flashed his torch on my face...I saw Nnenna walk from behind me away in to the darkness...then I passed out

I woke up in my apartment, every where looked scattered and didn't look the way I left it, I didn't understand what was going on, I looked around me and thought of how I got in here, the last thing I remembered was being attacked in Papa Sunday's house, " whose here......, Papa Sunday!!!!.. I screamed but it seemed like the silence sucked my voice, I noticed my toilet door opened with a burning brand new candle placed on top of the closed lead, I knew I was doomed...quickly I turned around so I could run to the door but there was a trail of tripping blood from the door to where I stood, I wondered where the blood came from, I followed the trail but it stopped where I stood, I took a step backward and blood poured out of me like I had a tank of it, I was seriously bleeding but I felt no pinch of pain.

I rushed to the door and tried opening it but it was strongly locked from behind, I banged on the door calling for help as blood gushed out of me with my shirt soaked in my blood, I didn't stop hitting the door as hard as I could but there was no one to come to my aid, I didn't understand if I was dreaming or dead because non of these made any sense to me. I got tired which obviously meant this is real, a ghost never gets tired so I thought, my legs began to ache as the holes in my body kept emitting blood, I was weak and was in pain as I couldn't move a muscle anymore, I had screamed out my energy in to the hungry silence, I sat on the ground in my pool of blood with my back leaned on the wall.

I groaned in pain loosing hope I would get out of this alive, I had a feeling this definitely is the end, I was weary but was wary of any little action or sound that could come up, I stayed at alert like I had an escape route...suddenly, the chuckle of a baby came from the kitchen, a voice of a lady which sounded like Onome's replied saying faintly "...baby don't cry....baby..baby....baby...daddy is in the parlour...would you like to see him?...." , in response I started crying loudly" ... No,no,no,no,," as I shook my head, I stood up but I couldn't stay on my feet for long, my already coagulated blood was slippery and it put me back on my buttocks , I just looked at the kitchen entrance and prayed no one comes out .

Onome's whispering voice didn't stop, she whispered all through like she intentionally wants scare the living hell out of me, I decided not to pay attention by just listening to my pitiful cry for help, I kept shouting for help which I knew isn't loud enough for anyone to hear, even while I had the strength no one came. I saw a shadow reflect from the kitchen which really did ignite more fright for me, I had to stand up because I couldn't take it anymore, I could no longer feel my legs nor arms, I was obviously running short of blood, my vision was getting a little blurry but I could still recognise a ghost when I see one, I said to my self "...I think its high time you wake up from your fuqing slumber...!!!"...

I breathed heavily peeking around the room from where I sat, Onome's shadow remained where it was without any sudden movement, suddenly cracks came from the toilet ceiling, the candle light went dim like it was going off, dust and crumbs of slate dropped from the ceiling to the ground like something was trying to open it up, sudden movements from the ceiling made me stay at alert as I couldn't move my legs anymore, all of a sudden there was a strong hit on the ceiling slate, a leg came out of the ceiling like it wanted to jump, the whole body fell from the ceiling leaving a big hole, Eugene's body hit the ground carelessly like someone threw it, suddenly he stood up and turned his broken neck towards me, he looked at me and smiled, Mama Sunday also dropped to the ground from the ceiling so did Nnenna, they all stood up and looked at me suspiciously, Onome came out of the kitchen holding what I believed to be her womb, blood dripped from their walking corpses as they began to approach me....I tried standing up but I couldn't move my legs at all, my sight became worse but with the little energy in me I screamed for help.....

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9th Jan 2009

08: 00
Its another beautiful morning, a good one for those who have been strengthened for today's hustle, a morning of hope for those in search of greener pastures, a fulfilling morning for those who have worked hard and enjoying the dividends of their hard work, the last working day or probably learning day for the week for students who are already eager to return home, the early opening of the school gates on a friday gives students the more reason the go to school so they could return early and embark on the only thing rewarding to them, play. You don't need to be told when you see men or women who on the first four days of the week stroll to work like they are the employers and stay at home on a friday to roam around or stay in their compounds chewing a stick and spitting every minute, one doesn't need to inquire from them or any one before knowing they are either federal or state employees.

Neither the date nor the day troubles me,the certainty that unexpected events are bound to happen is all I expect, a change of date doesn't mean I am going to have a day off from fear, my living nightmare is still very much around and am already at the edge with no solution what so ever in sight...I am doomed...Before the birds started chirping and the roosters started crowing, my night was a long one that seemed like it would never end, it was filled with fear and internal screams so I won't be heard, I still don't know which would be more rewarding because keeping quiet is definitely taking away my sanity, also confessing will only end up taking away my life. I am stuck in between death and fear, ghosts are after my life for silence I guess and humans will definitely kill if there's any form of confession, forgiveness is not in their dictionary.

It appeared I was going to sit all night staring at little sunday in the eye, it was obvious sleep wasn't going to pay him any visit any time soon, his father was already fast asleep after his futile efforts towards calling little Sunday to bed, I started updating my precious diary as I glanced at Sunday after every sentence I wrote, he never took his eyes off me as he had no expression what so ever written on his face. Minutes passed as my ink lowered, Sunday was still very much around while I wrote as my eyes scrutinised the whole sitting room after putting down some sentences, everywhere seemed peaceful but I knew it wasn't for long, I made use of the little time I had before the candle melts down.

I kept writing like my life was at stake which unfortunately is, suddenly there were movements on the walls behind me, quickly I looked back so I don't get stabbed all of a sudden, the movements sounded like something was in the walls, I got up and got close to the wall, I looked at Sunday who was still looking at me, I placed my palm on the wall to feel the movement that sounded like knocks. I looked at the wall like I could see through it, it was obvious the sound came from the other side of the wall which happened to be my apartment, I knew what was going on but not what was about to unfold, the knocks didn't stop even when I got close, the dead of the night made it louder as I feared it was going to wake Papa Sunday.

I looked at little Sunday who was well seated with his eyes stationed at me wondering what I was up to, I panned back to the walls and felt the knocks any where I placed my palm, I joined the other palm and rubbed the walls in such a way my palms were apart, the knocks stayed positioned on each palm like two different people were responsible for it. "....what are you doing??..." Papa Sunday asked from his bed, I shook at his sudden question as I didn't expect it, "...ahhh...hehehehe....you know....Sunday is finding it hard to sleep so I just decided to you know...not make him bored...you know ...hehehe....Sunday oya see....!!!" I stuttered looking at Sunday who was clearly not amazed or humoured, I looked and felt stupid, I just hoped Papa Sunday doesn't suspect me going crazed.

The knocks from the walls didn't stop even while Papa Sunday was awake, I doubt he heard because the sleep was still written all over his face, it didn't take long before he went back to sleep, I paid attention to the wall which later revealed whispers, I heard voices coming from the other side of the wall, the voices were as if people whispered at the same time, it wasn't clear but it was axiomatic someone or some people were rustling.
I was scared and didn't know what next to do, things had already gone out of hand since it has gotten to extent of spiritual threat on my life, I was almost killed earlier if not for chance, and its still very certain that Mama Sunday will try again after her failed attempt earlier today

I got closer to the wall while it knocked, I put my ear close to it and tried listening closely, all I heard were faint voices coming back and forth, I could not pick a word from the multiple whispers, the knocks on the wall also hindered me hearing, I hopefully closed my eyes and concentrated with my ear gummed to the wall, there was still no difference as the knocks didn't stop. I remained standing close to wall with my right ear glued as I waited to hear just a word; suddenly there was silence,the knocks stopped same did the voices, there was total hush that put me at alert to any sound most especially voice that could come up....suddenly" ...YOU WILL DIIIIIIIIEEEEeeee....." Was the next sentence I heard, it was a mixture of different voices but they all said the same thing in the same aggressive whispering voice, my ear heard it loud and clear and a prolonged whistle like sound pinched deep inside, quickly I scratched my ear to stop the pinching sound but it continued like a car horn, I took a step back to catch my breath when suddenly a hard loud knock hit the wall, dust puffed out like someone was trying to break in from the other side with a bulldozer, quickly turned around and went back to take a my seat right in front of my diary before Papa sunday catches me again in a queer position, my ear hurt but the best I could do was to scratch as I picked my pen.

I continued my writing as I monitored the candle which was already burning out, it looked like it could only last a few minutes more, I rushed my writing as I scratched my itching right ear, I remembered as events unfolded and I put them down quickly, I was on the last line when I calmed down to crack my fingers, I picked up my pen and concluded my recording on my diary, I closed it and yawned as my ear was still whistling but in a low tone, I put my palm on it and patted it if would be of any help, I dropped my pen and scratched my head, I stood up to adjust my belt as I looked at little sunday who had his eyes on me, I smiled to him and took my seat again, but there was something wrong... Little sunday didn't look at me while on the seat anymore, he had eyes a little above my head, I could recall there was no picture nor calender on the plain wall, so at that moment I wondered what he was looking at, I slowly stood up and turned back to see what might have caught little Sunday's attention....Onome and Nnenna stood beside each other, Onome was holding something that extended from her torn belly, what she held made sound like it was a baby, she smiled at me as blood dripped from her mouth, I couldnt look into her eyes as it was so dark I couldn't see a thing even if I tried....Nnenna had an angry look on her face like she always had when she was alive but just that this time it was more fierce, part of her skull leaked blood as she opened her teeth like a dog that was about to bite, I turned around to look at little Sunday whom I believed wouldn't understand what was going on....Sunday wasn't looking towards me again, he looked at his mother who was seated right beside him, Mama Sunday looked at me with the syringe still in her hand, she groaned like she was in pain as she stood up, I looked back to check if Onome and Nnenna weren't getting closer but the candle waxed out leaving me in total darkness......."OH NO.." was all I could whisper....

Damlesky: but why she wan kill you na... na you kill am
but you should have let her kill you at least you go get peace after you don die.
my thought

Who wan DIE..let's be real...

jayloyexten: i just took my time to read DAIRY from the beginin-
i must say mahn, youve got talent-
i cold feel the cold shivers tossin me from one pole of fear to another-

this my kind- im followin man

thumbs-

Thanx boss

Issue 19:
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I watched in disbelieve as I have never seen such in my entire life, albeit I have encountered that in a ghost movie but a real life situation where a ghost walked through a door?, I was perplexed I didn't know what next to do, I couldn't stand the fact that I had been walking behind my dead cousin all along, there were suspicious acts I never paid attention to, how possible is it for someone to walk behind you and you never bothered to look back, that is something definitely beyond the ordinary, to walk with such confidence and slow pace in a pitch black place like you own it, I thought of cautioning myself towards paying attention to little details because I might not be lucky the next time, I still stood troubled staring at my door with fear, I was so sure I wasn't sleeping in there tonight.

As I mourned my present homelessness silently as it was certain I wasn't going to step foot in to my apartment, Papa Sunday's door made an unlocking sound which indicated someone coming out, quickly I put my phone close to my ear faking a call, "...see bros...this is a wrong number...see, this na wrong number...I no sabi that name wey you mention now..." I said in a pestering tone. Just as I expected, Papa Sunday opened his door to see who stood at the centre of their compound, Papa Sunday is the only security conscious person we had in the compound, he is so concerned and willingly gets engaged when it comes to security matters in the compound and also the community at large, he was a great contributor to the nabbing of the robbers sometimes during the festive season, he is well known for that and was also appreciated by those who never took interest.

I stayed calm as I made my factitious call to nobody, Papa Sunday looked at me from his entrance where he stood, I waved back at him pretending I was still on the call, he turned back and shut his door leaving me all alone at the centre of the compound. I stopped deceiving myself and looked around the dark compound, at this time I wasn't brave enough to go anywhere alone less going in to my apartment a dead man just walked into freely, I thought of another way out as I can't sleep outside in the open, I reached for my keys and dropped it in my little fancy bag I thought would be useful for carrying the perfume, it also had my diary in it. I got close to Papa Sunday's door with a perfect idea, I already cooked up something I believed would be believable, I put my phone close to my ear again to start a new construction, "..I pray it works.." Was all I could say deep inside as a silent prayer.

"...yes yes yes...just check around...I think I left it on the table...it can't be hidden , it should be around...please help me just check around, I'll come for it first thing in the morning...yes...I'll manage with one of my neighbours..." I concluded, I was about to knock when Papa Sunday coincidentally opened the door, he looked at me without saying a word, I really didn't know where to start from but I had to get talking, " ...I just found out I misplaced my key and I just reached out to the possible place I might have lost it....can I manage with you till morning?..." I picked my words one by one but made sense, he still didn't alter a word as he gave way so I could go in, "...you can manage on the couch..." He said pointing the three seater in his sitting room.

I sat down on the three seater couch facing his room, the curtain was raised up reason being the excessive heat, I saw sunday sleeping on a bed in the room, it appeared he was having a sound and peaceful sleep, I put my bag beside the candle on the table as I loosened my belt, Papa Sunday stayed silent which showed how much he was missing his wife, I felt sorry for him and thought of just speaking the truth, like they say it shall set you free but definitely not my situation, my silence gave me my freedom which though came with some packages of fear but at least I have an option if I have to make a choice, living here in fear or absconding to an unknown situation.

Papa Sunday in his black boxer short walked towards the toilet, he wore a pair of slippers and went into the toilet, I raised my head and alas...Mama Sunday was standing by the bed side looking straight at her sleeping Sunday, quickly I stood up and didn't know what next to do, I just stared at her as she also gradually turned her head towards me, she looked at me with so much anger as her white uniform had black stains all over, she breathed heavily and in return had dust coming out of her nose, she held a syringe in her hand which I suspected to be the kind used in taking blood from donors, she took a step forward in to the sitting room looking like she wanted to rip me apart, she ran towards me with an ultra fast speed like she moved with the wind, she raised her syringe up with the intention of stabbing me...Papa Sunday came out of the toilet as I also in the process of dodging her attack fell on the couch and kicked the table, the candle fell to the ground killing the only source of light in the house. "..what happened?..." Papa Sunday said worriedly as his footsteps told he dashed to the kitchen, I was a little dizzy as I didn't know what truely was wrong with me, I raised my head towards the strike of a match by Papa Sunday, it was obvious he rushed to the kitchen to get the match, the match dimmed off as it took some seconds before he could strike another, Mama Sunday stood behind him looking at me without him noticing, it was obvious she wanted to kill me but as it is now...she wants to kill me.

I felt a slight headache as I tried standing up, I sat on the chair as Papa Sunday lit the candle after standing the table, he glued the candle to the table with its wax, " what happened?....haaa your head is bleeding ooo!!!.." He said as he came close to show some care, I touched the side of my head which was deeply torn by the syringe, blood tripped down to my chick as I showed some expression of pain, Papa Sunday rushed in to his bedroom and came out with a first aid box which obviously belonged to his wife, he cleaned the wound and kept on questioning me on how I got such a deep cut while sitting, he pointed out that he still doesn't understand what must have instigated such an injury in the house, he scrutinised his chair to see if he would find a pointed nail, he rubbed his chair back and forth but nothing pointed halted his search.

He plastered my head after laying some cotton wool on the wound, I rested my head on the headrest and still couldn't believe I was almost stabbed in the head, I looked at little Sunday who was already awake, he sat on a couch looking at me like he had never seen me before, his father called him to come back to bed but he raised his shoulder refusing his father's order, his dad was already laying on the bed after asking if he should leave the candle on, I told him I'll need the light then he gave me two tablets of paracetamol to cure my slight headache, he served me water and without wasting time I consumed it. I couldn't sit back to rest as my heart couldn't stop beating apace, my eyes darted round the house as I didn't care if I was being suspected....I was too scared to pretend.

Little Sunday sat with his eyes wide opened, I knew I woke him up with my fight for survival, I could tell he was finding it hard to get back to sleep as his eyes were totally concentrated on me, I looked at him too smiling to him if that would cheer him up, I was so happy I had company that would see me through the night even if he was just a kid and we probably would not engage in any conversation because his language for now is not understood by any grown-up. I brought out my diary and my pen to do the usual, I got close to the candle and I put my pen on paper..

Just found out I dint win
Spirit on a low...

I hear say I carry second nd 3rd

sкчscrαρεr™:
I tire o! I dey endorse am for frontpage and somebody dey quote me say e don first make frontpage.

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ABEG MAKE ALL OF US BEGIN ENDORSE THIS THREAD FOR FRONTPAGE IF WE WANT MAKE SLICKEST DEY UPDATE FASTER. NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF FRONTPAGE. THIS STORY IS TOO GOOD TO BE IGNORED!!

E never make front page ooo na bohboh dem gii u...sha y'all should get ready 4a horror ryd...*wicked laugh* huhuhahahaahaha....

sкчscrαρεr™:
Slickest, has this thread been on frontpage before?

No oo