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Issue 14
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I shook my head from where I stood with uncalled tears rolling down my eyes, "WHY..?" Was all I could say at the sight that stared at me like the word truth, my legs shook but was strong enough to keep me standing, I felt my left eye twitch because I couldn't believe what was going on. I took a step closer to get a better view(which I already have) of the unbelievable picture that stood in front of me, deeper and messier it gets as the second ticked round the clock, the disbelief in my eyes brought thoughts of emptiness and confusion in to my soul, now it is glaring that am in a situation that I don't believe even God would answer my prayers... am on my own.

I still didn't believe I was looking at Onome's lifeless body, she sat right there in her own blood with her back rested on the cupboard, her tummy was ripped open with her intestine and her tongue stabbed to the top of the cupboard, her tongue was held hanging with the knife on the cupboard and her intestine wrapped around the knife, no wonder she couldn't even shout or make a sound, blood dropped from both her tongue and intestine on her head where she was seated. Her phone didn't stop ringing which was right there in her pocket, I needed to switch off the phone so as not to attract any attention, I got close to her and reached for the phone in her pocket, it was her mother calling but I did not wait for it to ring again before I switched it off.

I removed the battery and put it in her back pocket while I stuffed the empty phone in her side pocket, I removed my boxers to make sure I was unclad so I don't throw away any blood stained shirt which might bring suspicions, I lifted her and put her on my shoulder and to the toilet I headed, I picked the stool on my way and dropped it when I got to the toilet, I already had a process so I didn't waste too much time getting her in there, I nailed the part of the ceiling I removed after I threw her intestine and tongue in, I mopped the room and every other part where her blood stained . She never knew my ceiling would be a temporary if not her permanent place of rest, she never got to tell me what she wanted to, she said we needed to talk about something but only God knows what made it impossible.

I cried silently where I sat in the sitting not because she died in my house but because it was today I wanted to propose to her even if I had no ring yet,I wanted to prove her family wrong who thought I was joking around with her. Recently I noticed there was a big difference between like and love, I thought I liked her and that I was going to dump her sooner or later, but I realised I had fallen deeply in love with her, whenever she's around., I forget my sorrows, it might not be totally but that moment she's with me is always a moment to let go, I have grown fund of her so much that I always want to touch her even when I don't. Nature reciprocated our love because whenever she was in my arms I saw love in her eyes, she'll always call to make sure I was okay, she finds time from her busy schedule to bring me food even when I don't request....I can't believe she's gone.

I reminisced on my couch as I tasted my salty tears, I was so sad I was angry I could stand any cursed ghost without being scared, I couldn't hold the tears back as it rolled down like a water fall, suddenly there was a hard bang on my front door, quickly I stood up and got in to my clothes, I wiped my tears and lowered my eyelashes to have a sleepy look since my eyes were red due to me crying, I carried the food Onome brought and took it to the kitchen in a rush, I hid it in one of the cupboards to be on a saver side because I might never know what might be sighted by an anonymous person as an evidence. I approached the door and sniffed my nose to make my acting believable, I opened the door and it was Onome's senior sister, she had a fierce look on her face like we were enemies.

Literally we are worst enemies, she hates so much that she told it to my face once, she told me she'll never allow her junior sister marry a fake like me, Onome told me once that her sister was ready to do anything to break us apart, I never knew what I did to her to get the glaring ill treatment from her. I asked her what she wanted with the door not completely opened, "where's Onome?..." She asked aggressively without any greeting, "she's not here..." I replied sluggishly, "can't you see you just woke me from my sleep" I continued, she hissed and shouted Onome's name from outside, I had to let her in so she doesn't attract any external body because she was totally willing and ready to create a scene.

I removed my phone from my pocket as I closed the door to delete Onome from my received calls list, I put it back in my pocket nd raised my head to look at Nnenna who had already gone into my room in search of her sister, she called Onome's name as she walked on the paseo to my kitchen, I told her again her sister wasn't in my house and that I haven't seen her today, she stopped all of a sudden, turned around and looked straight in to my eyes, " where is my sister?...what have you done to her?... Hope you have not given her something to eat because she's pregnant for you, cos I know you are one irresponsible boy....I know she's in here...where's my sister?" She shouted, I followed where her hand was pointing as she spoke which was Onome's slippers, it was properly placed at the back of my chair, no wonder she spoke with so much confirmation.

At that moment I didn't know what to say or how to defend myself, or what kind of person would walk bare footed or forget her slippers?, I stayed mute for seconds with so much surprise sparking all over my face, "where is my sister?..." She asked again in a much more demanding tone, I moved close to her slowly like I wanted to tell her something and I didn't want to say it loud, she stood there without moving a muscle like she wanted to fight me, quickly I grabbed her by the head and smashed it on the wall, it was unexpected on her part as she unlaxed with her eyes blinking rapidly, I hit it one more time and her blood splashed on the walls and on me, she found it hard to breathe as I hit it one more time on the wall, I hit it hard again and again and again till she fell to the ground.

My hand was soaked in blood as I watched Nnenna's fingers twitch the last life in them, her skull was broken to the extent some creamy particles mixed the blood that gushed out from her head, she was dead for sure and I could do was just laugh, I laughed so loud I began to cry, tears of regret rolled down my eyes as I stretched forth my hand filled with blood, I saw the hand of a killer, a murderer who killed someone in cold blood, no wonder she never liked me, no wonder that hatred steam for me oozed out for her and she made it obvious. I sat on the ground caring less if someone would barge in, I cried like a baby caring less if I was shouting, I looked at her corpse and thought to myself "two dead people in one day.....two dead sisters in one day...four dead bodies in my house..."

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Issue 12:
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If you are reading this then it means there's nothing wrong with me, it means I pulled through whatever must have happened, if by any means this diary ends up in your possession without me exhausting the dates and time, it means I am DEAD because its like this diary has become a part of me, I don't feel good if I do not put down what goes on in my life from time to time, I feel its very important so i do not forget if in the future I am chanced to glance through, but as it is now, it is very necessary I write down events as they unfold since my life is taking a very obscure route and its really bothering me as a person. I have just returned from the police station after I was asked to put down my statement concerning the missing Mama Sunday.

I was shocked at evidences that laid scattered in my room after I thought all coast was clear for the police to carry out their investigation, I didn't spend too much time in the land of confusion before I knew what next to do, quickly I grabbed Mama Sunday's bag and her shoe but stared at Eugene's belongings, different ideas appeared in my head and I immediately rushed to my toilet with my stool in my hand, I dropped the stool and stood on it dragging the slacked slate to open the ceiling, I threw Mama Sunday's bag and shoe in it and covered the ceiling. I was about putting my legs down from the stool when the thought that the police might be inquisitive enough to come in to my toilet and notice the difference in the ceiling colour (the one I just placed looks cleaner).

I dashed to my kitchen and brought out my carpentry tools from inside the cabinet and hurried back to the toilet, I opened the bag and brought out my hammer with two tiny nails, I nailed it with the support of the slim wood on the side of the other slate, it appeared well nailed as it firmly closed, I returned the stool and also the tools as I sat ready for the arrival of the police. I took a deep breath and waited but it took some minutes before there was a hard knock on my door, "Who dey here??....." Said a thick and aggressive voice as the knocking stopped, I stood up and approached the door with a whole lot of confidence but still I prayed make YAWA NO GASsss.

I opened the door to respond to the knock on my door, two tall men in police uniform stood in front of me like they were sent on a mission to kill me, I led them in and offered them seats but in doing that I tried my possible best to stay calm. They refused my offer as they both decided to pace while they scrutinised my apartment, the bigger one started questioning me as the other went into my kitchen, "...who is Mama Sunday to you..?" He asked as he kept looking at the wet patches on the wall, "well ...she's a tight nurse I have been wanting to fuqk you dumb fuqk....of course she's my mistress...mumu question...she's even in the ceiling after I fuqked her to death...am a bad man...you just gats respect me...if your wife sef try me she go die...."

"....answer me Mr.man..." The officer yelled at me, quickly I snapped out of my unnecessary imagination, "...she's my neighbour sir..."I replied swiftly, "how long have you known her?" He asked again, I replied him saying " I moved in here 3 years ago, so all I know about her is that she's Papa Sunday's wife and she's Sundays mother. "What do you do mr.....?" He pestered, " ..I am a paranormal researcher/surgeon by profession, I manipulate supernatural disturbances in a place and reverse it back to its inception..." I replied as I spoke rapidly and confidently, I knew I left them confused because they looked like they didn't get my quick explanation which was very intentional.

" ...And where's your guest, we learnt he arrived yesterday...can you call him for us?..." the other officer said as he came out from my kitchen, I was so stunned at their request as I was indeed disappointed in my large mouthed neighbours, who on earth must have told them about my cousin who arrived less than 24 hours ago, I thought quick but carefully so I don't tell too many lies that I might forget. " ...Eugene left for Lagos early this morning...but he said he'll drop by a friend's place before heading to Lagos..." I answered their sudden question that almost caught me slacking, they still didn't back down on Eugene's case as they kept on questioning me, my heart skipped when one of them whose name was inscribed Danjuma on his chest, in his hausa accent he requested for Eugene's number; at that moment I remembered I did not at any point in time come across Eugene's phone, and I am very sure its not anywhere visible in the room, definitely it should be in his pocket. I picked my phone and quickly deleted his contact so they don't get any trace, " He just arrived for his youth service and I don't have his new number, he'll be back real soon because he has to report to his place of primary assignment..." I replied as I pushed the buttons on my phone, one of them proceeded in to my room to check for more evidence which I prayed they stay blind to, my heart raced like I was the leading horse in a race course, the silence that came out of the room indicated he was unable to see anything to implicate me. They both stood beside each other and believed they have done their bit, "you'll still have to come with us to the station to put down your statement..." Danjuma announced, I agreed and took permission so I get a little casual, I went in to my room and changed to a jean, I wore a black shirt which I knew belonged to Eugene, I pointed the way out and walked behind them so I could lock the door. Many thoughts ran through my mind as I held my door handle, I realised the intensity of the situation I was in as I looked straight at my toilet ceiling, who will ever know I have that there are two dead people in there, the wife of my neighbour who had being frustrated in her search...my cousin who thought his future was bright after spending half a decade in school, his dream had been cut short by someone's stupidity putting me in slimy mess that am presently slipping in, or should I talk of the two ghosts who is haunting me for no reason...I blame myself for engaging in a profession that puts food on my table but has defects in the water it brings. I locked my door and walked behind the policemen in the heating PM sun I could bear.

Issue 13
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Am writing this from outside my apartment, I'll say personally the reason is out of fear but generally is to receive the fresh air the cool evening brings, every time I update this diary obviously I get in a deeper mess because presently am in a deeper mess, a mess I don't think I can handle because the nigerian explanation for mess is a gaseous substance and it can't be handled. Now my heart beat rate is not dropping beyond the rapid kicks it does because other happenings sprang up which has got me shivering not only with fear but also anger of harbouring demised people in my humble abode, in essence, another body has joined the train of the dead living in my house or literally my ceiling, one more dead body, a deeper mess in less than a day.

I came back from the station with so much relief knowing I just escaped a vital obstacle that might threaten my existence, the fear of meeting my house all messed up like it was earlier which got me engaged in an almost endless cleaning floated my mind, I opened my door and it was all arranged just the way I left it, the wet walls were dried up even if it appeared it had soaked in water earlier, I sat on the chair leaving the front door open for some fresh to take charge of the inner atmospheric condition, I thought of going to Baba's place to get the perfume so I could get rid of the ghosts haunting my house and those that would still do, I looked at the time, it wasn't too late but I was too exhausted to go on any journey, I fixed a date for the next day and also prayed I survive this night because every night now is a coffin of fear.

I was already dozing off due to the fresh breeze which came in through the front door, it had dried the sweat that rolled down my forehead to my neck, suddenly my proposed afternoon nap was cut short when my phone vibrated then rang from my pocket, sluggishly I reached for it without opening my eyes, I picked the call and Onome's familiar voice answered, she said she was on her way to my place with some food, I lightened up and told her my arms are wide open waiting for her, at least someone to keep me company for a while, so I thought as I stood up to take iff the black shirt I was putting on, it was wet as a result of my sweat, I took it outside so I could spread it on one of my neighbour's wire.

On my way back to my apartment from Papa Sunday's wire where I spread the black shirt, Onome called out to me, I looked back and she was standing smiling back at me, I halted as she approached me, I smiled back as we both walked inside,I shut the door as I anticipated what she brought that was in the nylon she was holding because for real I was famished. She dropped the nylon on the table and sat on my legs, I knew what she but I was just not in the mood, I didn't want to say it out loud that she was an unreasonable person, with all these going on sex was her priority?, but I stayed calm and succumbed to her wish, she undressed me as I did same and right there on the couch it was an all through galore.

Sweat dripped from our unclad body as we both disengaged from each other, she walked to the bathroom to take her bath as we both silently conversed the issue of the dead. "So how did you do it?...where did you keep them?..." She asked as she poured water with the small blue plastic on her body and the splash of the water followed, "...omo mehhhn...I no dull at all, I hid them in the ceiling ooo..." I replied, quickly she dropped the plastic and covered her mouth, "which ceiling?...." she whispered asking, just then I narrated how it all boiled down to the wet walls, she got out of the bathroom and put her clothes back on. I proceeded to the bathroom first then realised I was pressed and I needed to use the toilet urgently, I begged Onome to get me some water from the well which she obeyed at once, I went in to the toilet and sat on the closet to pass my waste.

Onome came in with a bucket of water and dropped it in the toilet where I was, she closed the toilet door as I drew the bucket closer, we continued our silent conversation as she kept asking question after question, "...only you...you try ooo...hope say you no dey see things again sha..." she asked again, "I still dey see well well oo but I go enter Baba side tomorrow for the perfume..." I replied her, "when you finish I get wetin I wan tell you ooo..." she concluded. I looked up the ceiling from where I sat in the toilet and shook my head to the thoughts of the two corpses in there, "...shey you help me see the perfume sef?..." I asked Onome, I got no answer which prompted me to ask again, still she stayed mute, I thought reason being she not hearing me, I relaxed and continued my important action.

After some minutes, I shouted her name since she did not alter a word for some minutes, I knew she hasn't left because I'll needed to give her more briefing on the events as they unfolded, silence prevailed as I called out to Onome once more, I became a little worried and decided to clean up and step out, I flushed by pouring the whole bucket in to the closet and closed the lead, I stepped outside and stood in front of the toilet entrance to clean my feet on the foot mat as I called out to Onome again , but silence was the response I got, the front door was locked so was the kitchen, I walked in to the sitting room to pick my boxer short, I wore it and decided to go look for her after I wear my black garment which was in my room.

"Boooo!!!!" Onome shouted as I entered the bedroom, I was scared but angry at the same time , " ...kai!!! you be water ooo...see as you fear...!!!" She said as he almost laughed her heart out, "..which kind play be dat?...all dis your small pikin attitude..you gats stop am now.." I replied yelling at her, she kept laughing as she rolled on my bed, I went out of the room and stepped in to the sitting room, I reached for the nylon she brought to know its content, I saw three fufus and wide stainless plate with a cover, I uncovered it and saw edikaikong soup with what appeared to be meat, it looked uncountable because they occupied the whole space in the plate, the sight of the delicious delicacy suppressed my anger as I quickly took permission to take my bath, I rushed to the bathroom leaving Onome in the room to laugh her self till she was satisfied.

While I poured water on my body I recalled the question I wanted to ask Onome, " Onome!!!!!...." She still didn't answer me, I got annoyed and asked if she was okay in the head, all I heard was the breeze whirling in the house, suddenly her phone began to ring continuously without her picking, I ignored her by enjoying my bath with my dettol cool on a hot afternoon. Onome's phone didn't seize ringing which got me really annoyed, "Onome!!!!....pick am now....wetin dey worry you sef..." I clamoured, all I heard as a reply was her phone ringing, I concluded my bath and dragged my towel I hung on a nail in the bathroom, I wiped my wet body dry then wore my boxer short,I walked out of the bathroom and shouted her name again, her silence as expected prevailed as her phone kept ringing from the room.

I saw a shadow protruding from the room, it was moving like it was doing something rigorous, the shadow didn't look like that of Onome's, it had a masculine shape which got me a little on the edge, I called out to Onome silently but her phone replied by ringing, I slowly approached the room entrance calling out her name in a very low tone, the shadow kept moving in an uneasy manner as I got closer to my room. The phone kept ringing but Onome never picked it, it was her mother for sure meaning her help is needed back at the shop, I got to the entrance of the room and the shadow was gone, I slowly walked into room and tilted my neck to the right corner of the room, "OH NO...." was just the perfect sentence to explain my feeling....

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2map: Waiting for tonyt's update sha. Abi there's a break 2day as it is sabbatical?

I'll update tonyt...sorry 4d delay

Well, u know there are many romantic, thrilling and adventurous stories on nairaland, I just want to give readers a new feel of another genre(pure horror...with a pinch of comedy)....I think the story is serving its purpose....FEAR!!!!!

Issue 11
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A dream is a series of images and feelings occurring in the mind during sleep, so definitely all I saw in my sleep wasn't real, the knock on the door is just a coincidental situation. I stood up and asked who it was but no reply followed, there is so much bravery brightness brings to a being, darkness plants fear while light uproots it; I was scared but not as I was at dusk, I went to the kitchen but it was obvious the knock came from outside my kitchen, definitely it was one of my neighbours who can't just sit put in his/her apartment, but deep with in me I prayed it wasn't Uche because all he does is to bug my already miserable existence, I opened the door and it was Papa Amaka who is also one of the residents in my compound.

Papa Amaka is a thin tall man in his mid 50s, he still looks agile as he sometimes play football with the community youths on a school pitch a stone throw away from our house, he is a die hard arsenal fan which sometimes gets on my nerve whenever he engages in an argument, I wish I could tell him to channel his passion for football to success, I am very sure he would be one of the richest in this community if not this city. He's blessed with four children in which his first child was from another woman, he's a perpetual trouble maker in the compound and no one dares to get in to his trouble because he has it triple, its like the gene has been passed to his children who also enjoy beating up their friends in school, we settle parental disputes almost everyday between his family and others.

Papa Amaka's first child is called Amaka, I was told she claimed the local champion before I moved here, me being an international underdog I found my way in cajoling a mere local champion in to a few minutes of intimacy, as a village girl she succumbed after I took her on a treat worth a thousand five hundred naira, she has a sexy behind and two killing fore pointers, I had the best of them both and will love to explore one more time but at this crazy moment I don't think that flare is what I should be having. Presently she's a graduate of a federal polytechnic here in Asaba, she goes with her mother to the shop on the daily due to the unemployment menace that roams the country.

I asked Papa Amaka what the problem was, and why he has decided to be the one to wake me up, he replied saying there was an important and delicate issue he wanted to discuss with me, I gave him my utmost attention by stepping outside. He started saying " my brother...I no sleep through out yesterday night.....", I was shocked at the statement he made because I thought I was the only one who had a sleepless night, all I prayed for was that he doesn't complain of any strange movements, he continued his explanation "....e get one thing wey I don dey see for some weeks now wey dey fear me, I never wan shout am make I no spoil business for landlord na why I com meet you since na d kind work wey you dey do be dat....be like dat tin na ghost abi na spirit ena dey call am, I salute you ooo, u get mind....me and my wife see you yesterday night wen you go fetch woter for well, I see as you just pass him side like say you no even see am, you no even fear...d tin be say dat man wey wear white don die, before you reach here na I'm I'm die, we just wake up one morning see hin dead body for front of our compound, na police con carry I'm body oooo, because nobody fit touch am. See hen, na dat man I don dey see for some few weeks now and e dey make me dey fear ooo becos I still dey owe rent and I no fit pack out....so abeg help us do something on d issue...." he concluded.

I looked at him but hid the surprise on my face, I replied him saying "...well, you see, after so much study on the paranormal realm, it is very normal for me to stay bold in their presence because I can understand the reason for their unrest, my study about them in the university exposed me more to the theoretical aspect of their behavioural reaction, the synchronisation of they and the normal realm is what we still trying to figure out, do you understand.....", he nodded but it was obvious he didn't understand which intentionally was my motive, he insisted I did something about it before things gets out of hand, I told him to be relaxed...I told him I'll work on it and surely the figure in white will be a thing of the past while seriously my last hope is reaching Baba on the out skirt for yet another perfume.

Papa Amaka left and told me to update him on any latest development on the issue, I nodded in acknowledgement and thanked God he didn't raise another topic so we could gossip about it. I turned back and proceeded inside through my kitchen entrance, I shut the door and reached for a cup on the cabinet to get water from the bucket I reserved, I got a cup filled with water and moved closer to the kitchen zinc, I washed my face thoroughly and cleaned it with the napkin I hung on one of the cabinet door, I threw the cup back in to the reserved bucket I sat in one corner of the kitchen. I dragged my self in the direction of the sitting room when suddenly I saw my phone laying in front of my kitchen.

My phone laid on the ground at the entrance of my kitchen with its torch still on, its back cover was off and was a little farther from the phone like it fell on the ground, I wondered what might have removed it from its charging space in my sitting room where I left it. I picked up my phone and walked in to the sitting room, I intended going to where my phone was plugged but what I saw made it an intention because I had to stop, I was so confused I didn't even pay any attention to the siren blowing outside. I stood inches away from the extension where my phone was supposed to be charging, the were dots of blood opposite each other on the ground like some one intentionally dropped it there, flashes of Kako standing with his hands dripping off blood intervened in my head.

The continuous sound of the siren in our compound snapped me back to reality from my world of thoughts, I ran to the kitchen to quickly get some water and a piece of rag to get the blood cleaned and mopped so I don't get arrested before being charged guilty. I dashed to my room and got my self in to one of my white shirts, I could hear the aggressive rant of the fearful Nigerian police as they turned off the siren and shut the doors to their rickety vehicles, I stood in my room scrutinising for any implicating evidence but......I was shocked when I saw my cousin's packed bag indicating I have a stranger in the house, Mama Sunday's bag sat beside Eugene's bag, and the flashy nurse shoe also waved at me from a corner beside my cupboard, I was totally cold and confused..........I didn't know what to do....I was confused and weak......

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