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Issue 10
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Magic is just a fiction, an illusion of what is not, I never wondered where the blood on the wall came from, I thought it was all supernatural, but my bubble was punctured when I saw the source of the red ink. I was a bit perplexed and disgusted at the sight before me that I had to react to the stimuli of vomiting, I ran to my little square shaped toilet with my hand covering my mouth, I held the toilet seat awaiting what I was about to regurgitate but all that dashed out was my watery saliva. I stood up leaning on the wall with my eyes closed, I breathed heavily as sweat rolled down my neck, I opened my eyes facing the ceiling, then the idea came... there was an opening in my ceiling, sometime ago I packed stuffs I don't make use of but might come in handy and dumped them in there..."I can just put the bodies in there ...." I thought.

I went back to my room believing I can't be disgusted twice, since I have seen it once I should be able to pull myself together, I stood at my room entrance which was a total mess, the whole floor was filled with coagulated blood from my cousins body, his stomach was ripped to pieces by only God knows what, his intestine was all over the place like a primitive telephone wire. I took courage to get close as I tiptoed in to the coagulated blood, Mama Sunday laid fresh and white on my bed while Eugene's lifeless body laid tattered with some parts of him ripped open, I thought of how I was going to get them in to the ceiling all by myself without a ladder or any climbing aid.

Being a proactive and quick thinker, I grabbed a rope I usually fix whenever I need to spread my clothes outside, I had the perfect idea on how to get the bodies up into the ceiling, but first I had to get rid of Eugene's intestine and clotted blood that painted the ground. I dragged Eugene's body to a clean arena in the room close to my bed, with my bare hands I grabbed the intestine and dumped it in a plastic, I made sure there were no remains of Eugene's parts laying around the room before I proceeded to the toilet to flush it down . I got my rope ready as I moved each body to the toilet, I got my stool to serve as an aid in climbing in to the ceiling.

I tied the rope on Eugene's neck and held on it as I climbed slowly in to the ceiling, I pulled him with the rope as I watched him dangle in the air, I heard clicks from his neck as I kept pulling with all the energy I had,his opened stomach emitted other organs from his body as his tightened neck tore at every pull I took, I made sure my processes were stealth so as not to give any suspicious impression in the morning. I grabbed Eugene by his belt to raise him in to the ceiling which in the process broke one of his arm, I got him in to the ceiling eventually and proceeded to Mama sunday whose absence had caused so much confusion. I took to the same routine I used in getting Eugene in to the ceiling for Mama Sunday, she obviously weighed heavier than Eugene because of her plump structure, it took me more time and re-adjustments of some cooked up logistics to get her in to the ceiling, I performed my anti decaying exercise on them both but was left with Eugene's gore tear on his stomach, I knew that would speed up his decomposition which will cause an unbearable upset in the world of smell. I had no other option but to cover his opened belly with his own shirt, I made sure it was tight and hoped it doesn't get exposed to flies which might be the beginning of suspicious inquisition, I came down and covered the ceiling with the plywood material so as to make sure there was uniformity in the ceiling appearance, I made sure the only opening was closed.

I came down from the ceiling breathing heavily, I knew I had already done the most difficult part of the job, what was left was the cleaning of blood dots and stains all over the place which I cleaned and mopped in no time. My apartment was good as new after I had gone through so much to get it done, no one would ever suspect anything went down in here talkless having two corpses in my ceiling, I went back to my room to get relaxed but sleep was far fetched, I couldn't sleep because the thought of having left a dead woman on my bed for over ten hours made me uncomfortable, I went back 2d sitting room to take a short nap on my couch since dawn is almost knocking, in no time I dozed off forgetting I was ever in any troubled situation...nature always does have its ways.

I found it hard 2 see a thing due to the darkness, there was no brisk of light from any where despite my drawn curtains, it appeared the moon was also on vacation, I didn't even know the part of my sitting room I was seated, I stood up to reach for my phone I placed beside an extension socket where I left it to charge, I knelt down and groped the area till my hand stumbled on it, I picked it up and turned it on, the battery was full and it gave me joy that at least I wouldn't need to look for candles or a match box, I selected the torch option in the phone and clicked the on option, there was a bit of brightness while my eyes were still placed on the screen as I sat comfortably on the ground, I pressed the red button so it could take me back to the home area of my phone which it did, I pointed my phone forward with the light shining in that direction....but it was obstructed by two legs in soccer boots, the legs stood in front of me without moving, I trembled with fear as I could not shout nor run, I just sat like I was being cornered for a crime, with my shaky hands I traced the legs with my torch slowly back to the head....Kako was looking straight at me in the eye, he looked like he just took his bath in dust, his hands were soaked in blood as it dripped to the ground. Involuntarily I crawled backwards with my torch in my hand, I looked there the second time and he was gone, my heart banged like it had never done before as I pointed my torch randomly with in the range I could see. I sat there for seconds till I noticed a consistent touch from a cloth material behind me, it touched my head and back like the wind was blowing it.....quickly I turned back pointing my torch.....the figure in white stood right there looking at me, I had to scream at the top of my voice but no one came to my aid, I stood up and ran to the main entrance door, I tried opening it but it looked stuck, I turned back breathing heavily and sweating as I kept shouting for help, I shone my torch around the house but there was no one, I kept trying to get the door opened but it looked like a waste of time.

Suddenly, a halting knock came from my kitchen, a soft voice also murmured indistinctly, that was the only passage out of the house since the front door appeared jammed, I tiptoed slowly towards the kitchen asking who was in there, only the whispering voice replied without me picking a word she said, it sounded like a she ....a she's voice that sounded really familiar. I slowly approached the kitchen door as the knocking intensified, I held the door handle and pushed down slowly to open, I asked who it was again but there was no reply this time....I slowly opened the door and pointed my torch at the other end of the kitchen...there was an unclad lady facing the door and backing me, she looked so much like mama Sunday (as a matter of fact, it was mama Sunday), she stood knocking at the door not minding me, I stood confused and scared as she turned around and approached me at the speed of light......

I woke up on my couch as I sweated furiously, I looked at the clock and it was some minutes past eight in the morning....suddenly there was a loud knock that came from the kitchen.......

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Issue 9
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I stared in disbelief as blood dripped from the ceiling and rolled from the walls to the ground, the inscription "I AM WITH YOU" which had absolute meaning to me gave me intense fright as I wasn't confused but realised I had fallen in to a deeper supernatural chaos, my fear aggravated from the level it was to another whole new level, the rate at which my heart beat was like it would break through my chest bone. My couch received droplets of blood from the ceiling and sunk it in, quickly I moved the chair to a save beneath and thought of a fast way out before dawn, absconding was not a reasonable option for me but staying is also a demanding bravery to stand the paranormal. My first quest for bravery was quickly accomplished when I took courage to get the scrubbing brush and a bucket from my bathroom, I went outside to get some water from the well so as to aid my cleaning, I stood outside to gather more courage as if the breath I took in would give it to me, the figure in white garment was in the compound this time, he stood in the brisk of light shone from the security bulb on the balcony, I couldn't help but shake at the horror its face projects, I got a brighter and closer look at his face than the first time I saw it, his torn out mouth made his tongue dangle as he tilted his half broken head to look at me, his iris were cracked with red veins and his skin's whitish texture diminished as a result of the yellow light flash, I took a closer look at his hands and legs which appeared like it was torn apart by an hungry bear, sweat kept emitting uncontrollably from all over my body as I shook from where I stood.

I welcomed back my bravery when I just walked past him and faced the well, I found it hard to concentrate on me getting water from the well as I kept looking behind at the frightening man, he stared at me also for no reason, I do not know why he had decided to pick me as his fright victim but I am sure not liking this, I kept emptying the rubber container in to my bucket without looking until I felt over flown water on my feet and trouser then I noticed my filled bucket, I grabbed the bucket's iron handle and rushed back to my apartment but with my eyes still stationed at the horrible man, he moved closer as I got to the door but I didn't watch him take another step before I slammed my door. I went to the kitchen where I believed Kako was hiding but with my new found bravery I just had to go in to the darkness, I groped for the rag I usually place on my cabinet and I got some detergent too, I rushed out of the kitchen as I undressed walking back to the bloody sitting room, I had only my boxer short on which I could afford to dispose after cleaning, I dropped my shirt and trouser on the arm of the chair I moved to a blood free dripping area of my sitting room, I couldn't dare go into my room for now for no other reason but the loud sound that came from in there...I can't stand an extra scene that might lead to a heart attack...I picked up a broom laying in a corner of my room and I started the endless seemed cleaning.

I scrubbed, cleaned and mopped for minutes which got me exhausted, l left tiredness in the waiting room and continued the cleaning not minding if I would slump, this was just the first phase of my task I thought as I waved my hands back and forth, left and right; I still had to move the bodies to a to hidden place which at that moment was totally in the dark for me, my belief was that solving the present problems creates makes it easier to solve the next. Sweat rolled from my face to other parts of my body as I stood strong to make sure the cleaning left no spot behind, thoughts of no accidental situation be clouded my head as I have always believed nothing happens by accident, I imagined all this happening without power (light), I definitely would be in serious dilemma; I scrubbed and mopped with the little energy left in me which I didn't settle to stop anytime soon till I was done. My legs got weak and my hands got stiff, they couldn't go any further, not even a push had an effect on both, it was a signal for a rest, I was extremely exhausted and I couldn't force it anymore, I sat on my three seater couch and took a heavy deep breath, my hairy chest had dew of sweat on it as I rubbed it all over down to my tummy, I rubbed my wet hands on the chair to get the soapy water off my palms when I stumbled on my precious diary, I picked it up and saw my black pen rested behind it....I looked at my wall clock and saw it was some minutes past 11 o'clock, I have decided to record all that had happened some few hours ago till now.


8th Jan 2009

08:00
I reached for the kitchen after recording the happenings in my diary, I was so famished I had to take eat something, I went into my dark kitchen but turned on my nokia torch to lighten the place up a little, I opened my double cabinet and reached for the white sack where I usually stock my yellow garri, I picked a bowl on my cabinet and stuffed it in to the sack, I added some water and a spoon full of sugar, I stirred it and started drinking like a glutton, the garri rose strong but I needed energy to work so I consumed it strong without adding more water, I went back to my seat to relax while I consumed my meal knowing I had time on my side, I had till dawn to solve my whole problems including that of the dead bodies in my room. I had gone to the well to get more water to conclude my cleaning but feared that my movements might raise some suspicions in the morning....its something I had to do, in all my journeys to the well I didn't see the figure on white which was an advantage for me, It allowed me work faster and concentrate more on my thinking on what to do. At last I was done, I took a rotating view on my walls and ceiling, though they looked wet but at least my cleaning was flawless, there was no spot of blood anywhere which made salute my effort, the only thing left was for me to pray that the walls and ceiling dries up before morning...just then...
an idea came to life in my head.

I jumped in to my trousers and reached for my room key in my pocket, I just recalled the section of my ceiling I left opened in the toilet, I rushed to the toilet and turned on the light to look through the ceiling, I kept some of my belongings in there, I call it my arctic because most things I don't need but haven't disposed are I there, I sometimes hide seized balls in there too (children in my compound have succeeded in breaking all my glass windows each time I get them fixed), I knew in there was my best option. I went back to the room to get it opened but my racing heart slowed me down, I was about opening the door when my phone suddenly rang....it was Onome asking if I was okay, I told her I was and also my plan. I put the key in the door hole and turned it, gradually I opened it and reached for the switch on the wall...."MY GOD...." was all I could whisper...my heart raced faster and knew I was in for it....

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Issue 8
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I staggered back with my hand covering my mouth (I didn't want to shout since the coast was still much occupied with bodies, I'll only put myself in to more trouble), I stood at a distance locking straight at the kitchen door, the ball did not seize bouncing even after the bouncer knows he has been seen (well...kinda), I spoke with a pinch of confidence "Kako what do you want?....", suddenly the ball stopped bouncing and the door handle (kitchen door) started moving downward slowly, the door slightly opened but not completely as I could only see the interior through the spaced line, there was so much silence my shaky breath made a hell of noise, I stood like a statue waiting for the next movement from the kitchen when suddenly....the door barged completely open with so much force as the kitchen bulb broke simultaneously in the process. There was total darkness in the kitchen with no light reflecting in to the kitchen, I was so scared my ghost almost jumped out of my body, the ball rolled out of the kitchen slowly and stopped at my feet, it was so cold I felt the dew on it, I looked at the ball and swallowed the little saliva in my dry mouth, I raised my head slowly towards the kitchen looking into the darkness, suddenly two eye shaped lights came on, they were someone's eyes without the pupil... It looked like they were looking straight at me. I didn't wait for the next revelation because it appeared the eyes were getting closer (I mean coming out of the kitchen...), I ran outside closing the door and sitting at my own door step, the security light on the ceiling shone to the whole extended balcony which calmed me down a bit, I relaxed outside for few minutes until.....

Papa Sunday came outside of his apartment with a bucket in his hand aiming to get some water from the well, he saw me and asked why I was outside, I smiled at him saying " its nothing really....na my fan dey do like kolo...so I say make I come take fresh air for outside..", I stammered my way through my explanation but at least passed my message, he looked at me and shrugged as he proceeded to the well. I raised my head and looked straight at the diminishing point of the security light reflection, beyond was so dark I couldn't even see the fence of the house, Papa Sunday returned from the well with the filled bucket in his hand, I looked at him and smiled again but he wasn't looking at me, he just opened his door and walked in with his bucket full of water, I rubbed my face telling my self to stop acting suspicious. I raised my head again looking straight when this white figure appeared, it wore a sparkling white garment and it was standing in the dark, it was looking straight at me but I couldn't see any part of his face or body, all that was visible was the white garment. Suddenly Papa Sunday's door shook open again, I looked at him and he said holding a screw driver in his hand " make I help you check the fan...", then I remembered his bountiful dexterity in electronics, I knew nothing was wrong with my fan but I needed to just let him in my house because this paranormal is too much for me to bear, I told him it was okay and I stood up immediately, I opened my door and he went in...I looked behind me to check on the white clothed figure but it was gone.

Papa sunday went to the fan regulator on the wall and stuck his screw driver in the screw holes, I looked away back in the kitchen but the eyes were gone, I sighed and looked back at mediocre Papa sunday who didn't know he was supposed to turn on the fan for confirmation, he kept hitting his screw driver on different parts of the regulator which made me smile, " I think you should involve the police in this...because Mama Sunday no dey waka dis kind waka..." I said to Papa Sunday, he replied telling me that had already been solved that the police would place this area on a 24 hour surveillance and also search residents apartments "..you know our people can be funny...I get feeling say person don kill my wife..". I was shocked at his conclusion, he didn't even say anything about kidnap, he explicitly made his thought known, I got more scared when he said whoever was responsible would not go scot free, I inquired how he was going to do that if the police failed to come up with any info, he just laughed and said " when no be say Baba Odika don die....the person go see death but he no go gree die...". I swallowed spit and shook my head at what is to come because the confidence in Papa Sunday's voice was straight and precise, "...but people just wicked shaa....how can someone just be so evil and bold enough to harm a fellow human...but am hopeful and optimistic sha.... " I said just to fake my innocence to Papa sunday, suddenly there was a loud noise from my bedroom as if someone pulled down something heavy, we both looked in the room's direction as I immediately shouted " Eugene!!! You don dey sleep dey waka again...", Papa Sunday didn't look bothered because he knew I had a visitor earlier today.

Papa Sunday was done coupling the regulator back to the way it was, he turned on the fan and it began to roll, "good as new.." He said as he walked towards the door telling me goodnight, I thanked him following him outside unconsciously until I noticed I had already shut door, my head was occupied with the loud noise that came from my room, I wondered what in God's name could have made that sound from a room where two cold dead bodies are, I thought this had gotten to the peak but right now its obvious it hasn't even begun, is it Papa Sunday's threat that doesn't sound empty at all or my lost perfume which happens to be my only hope of getting rid of the two ghosts stalking me and making my life a living hell. I thanked Papa Sunday once more before he finally jammed his door, the silence of the night alone was capable of bringing fear in to man's heart,I stood outside for few minutes when that scary figure in white appeared again in the dark, quickly I turned around and reached for my door which was already opened, I rushed in and I saw what I have never seen in my life.......




My mouth was wide opened at the gore and bizarre scene in my sitting room, my heart raced so fast I thought I was going to pass out, I felt pain in my chest because it was so sudden....

I looked around my sitting room and it was a picture of horror, my legs shook but I could still manage standing steady on the ground, I couldn't scream or even make a sound so as not to send any signal to anyone if I didn't want to end my existence.

Tears strolled down from my ducts out of fear and pity for myself, I kept looking at the wall with inscriptions all over it, " I AM WITH YOU..."... It was written repeatedly on the ceiling and walls in dripping blood...how on earth can all this be written in just few minutes... I am definitely not alone in this house...


my house would be searched tomorrow and I still have two dead bodies laying in my room...now I will have to clean this diabolical writing on the wall and ceiling all through the night....all this I thought less than 45seconds in my busy head....God help me....this will be my worst birthday ever (that's if I ever live to see another)..."

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The best I could do at that moment was to scream, I screamed at Onome "wwwwhhhhhhyyyy!!!...., what have you done..?", I leaned on the wall with my head facing the ceiling and my eyes closed, I knew no one would hear me scream so I screamed at her again but all she did was cry with her hands painted in blood, she explained while she sobbed that she thought I was confused (of cause I was confused...), I asked her if I ordered her to do anything as such, I never even asked her to come over..."I never needed your help!!!..." I screamed at her again, she explained further telling me she called earlier to ask if no one knew about the incident, she said I told her it appeared this guy knew something and that I was thinking of what to do. Yes I recalled her calling me but I never told her I wanted to get rid of my cousin...oh my God!!! She thought I was talking about Eugene when I said " e be like this guy don sabi ooo...I gats follow am find wetin I go do....",
She must have thought I was referring to my cousin, no wonder she kept staring at me in the bukkah, I told her I was talking about Uche and not Eugene, " this is my cousin you just murdered...and Uche appeared not to know anything after all....", this is way more than I bargained for. Onome went to the kitchen to clean her hands and other stained parts of her body and clothes that had blood dots, she told me she had to leave that it was getting dark, she promised to check back in the morning, she moved close to me and told me everything would be fine, she said since I had the perfume I should just spray it all around to clear the doubts of having spiritual visitors. I was left alone after Onome helped in mopping the floor coloured in Eugene's blood, I laid Eugene beside Mama Sunday's body which was already turning white, I pushed Eugene's tongue into his mouth and commenced the anti decomposition routine, I poured the salt on his chest but had no cotton wool left, so I thought to myself I needed to go get my own instead of collecting from Papa Sunday.

It was about 9pm and I needed to trek some metres to reach the chemist shop, Chinedu doesn't close on time so I was confident I was going to catch him there, I got to Chinedu's shop who had his generator still on but it looked like he was packing already, I greeted him and requested for the wool, he gave it to me and I paid him quickly, I asked him why he was closing so early and he replied saying an order was given by the Chief that everyone should be in their houses by 10pm, he said the missing woman from my house was the reason for it and that the police would engage in a thorough investigation and a house to house search tomorrow. My heart raced for this little information I was fed with by the chemist, I acted like I wasn't concerned as I waved him good night and walked out of his shop, I walked at a normal pace when the whole street was lit up suddenly by bulbs, the phcn had done the right thing when I needed it the most, I walked faster as I listened the noise of both kids and adults screaming all around in response to the power that was restored. I got home, opened my door and locked it as soon as I got in, I turned on the light and it came on, I breathed the air of relief thanking God the ghost didn't touch the bulb, just then it crossed my mind that I hadn't sprayed the perfume , quickly I rushed to the room to cover Eugene's nose and ears which I did in no time, I searched for the perfume but it was no where to be found, I turned the whole house up side down in search of the green bottle but nothing was all I found.

The missing perfume kept telling me I was in for it big time, I have two dead bodies in my bedroom in which 1 is my neighbours wife and the other happened to my cousin. As of the time am writing this, I am not sure of my survival, confusion has taken the best part of me, now I have lost my sceptical senses, now I believe in ghosts but its still not going to put me out of this mess, options unveiling in my head telling me to just run away from all this...but how far will I run when my house is going to be searched tomorrow (all this village people and their traditional doctrines, searching people's houses for a missing person, very right denying...), keeping these bodies are my top priorities right now but where to keep them is the problem. My apartment is just a room and a parlour, one kitchen, one bathroom and one toilet, all is in a single form so definitely space is something I don't have, I thought for minutes in silence on my couch in the sitting room where I sat, power was still so much around as it gave life to the environs, their tvs and radios murmured to indicate they all were very much awake. I sat reminiscing the short moments I spent with my cousin, the joy on his face when I opened the door to let him in, he had always wanted to stay with me which he eventually made possible, I was his favourite cousin and he made it known to the world, now in such a short moment I lost him to the stupidity of a village slowpoke.

I dozed off whilst lost in the thought for solutions and reminiscing of my beloved cousin, suddenly came the bounce of the ball from my kitchen, I stood up immediately and looked at my kitchen door, the ball kept bouncing as I walked towards the kitchen, I heard whispers from the kitchen but I couldn't hear a word, sweat started dripping from my face alone as my lips got dried up immediately,the light in the kitchen was on which I saw through the opening below the door, there was a shadow moving underneath indicating someone or something was in my kitchen, the bouncing did not stop as I tiptoed closer to the door, I thought of opening the door swiftly but another idea blew in my head, I decided to look through the keyhole so I could get a clear and perfect view on who ever it was. I got closer silently without making a sound, I bent to the height of the keyhole placing my right eye in front of the keyhole, I could see the whole kitchen, it was lit up and totally empty but I could still hear the continuous bounce of the ball, I stood up and bent down completely to the ground hoping I would get to see the legs of what ever it was...all I saw was a ball touching the ground and going back up, my heart raced like never before as I stood up to look through the keyhole once more maybe I might be lucky this time catching it unaware...I bent again placing my eye in front of the keyhole, I moved my eyeball right and left scrutinising the kitchen from the tiny whole.....suddenly an eyeball obstructed my view as it also looked straight in my eye through the keyhole from inside the kitchen ....

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I made eye contacts with Eugene by blinking my eyes rapidly, I didn't want to alter a word so I don't call unnecessary attention which might lead to suspicions, Eugene understood my silent conversation and approached me, He looked at little Sunday who was unable to answer the inquisitive crowd, He kept licking the shoe because a 2 year old boy who can not even say his name will find it difficult to give them the answers they seek. We stood with the crowd for some minutes to show little concern for our neighbour, in no time, we opted out of the crowd and faced the path to Mama Onome's. bukkah, Eugene looked at me and didn't waste anytime in asking me what was going on, I also didn't waste much time in narrating the unfortunate incident to him, Eugene was so frightened with his looks as he kept asking me how we were going to dispose the body, he made it known to me that he couldn't sleep under the same roof with a corpse while I was concerned about the story not leaking to the public. We got to Mama Onome's place some minutes to six and ordered for our meal, Onome kept looking at me like we had an unfinished business, her looks made me uncomfortable to the extent I stopped looking at her, I faced Eugene who looked like He was vexed at me for what happend, he looked like he was waiting for the right time to scold me. Sluggishly I consumed my meal with thoughts of the aftermath, suddenly Uche appeared in front of me with his usual smile, "Bros...I don dey find you..." , I saw his lips move but I couldn't comprehend what he said, my head was occupied with questions and possible solutions and not to pay attention to some ranting jambite in front of me, all I heard him say was. "...so what do you say?..", I replied him yes so he could just leave me alone to think, Uche left happy while I felt glad like I just got a burden off my head.

Eugene is about to finish his food and I have to drop this pen so he doesn't think am going crazy writing a story on a diary.

23:00
Things are getting messier and out of control, Eugene and I left Mama Onome's place for home, we got home when the day was beginning to welcome the night, we got to the compound and there were so many people who have decided to take interest in the missing Mama Sunday, my heart raced when I saw the crowd, I approached Papa Sunday and talked like I didn't know a thing, he explained angrily and told me a search party had gone in search of his wife, I told him I wanted to get my clothes changed and I would join him in no time. I walked in to my apartment with my cousin who immediately raised his voice as he picked Mama Sunday's red shoe that had been on the floor for hours, the other foot was the one little Sunday took outside which was the cause of the mammoth crowd outside, I begged Eugene to keep his voice down, he ordered me to tell him what was going on which I had already done, I opened my room for him to see for himself, as he entered the room Uche barged in to the house asking the reason for the crowd, he was proceeding to the room when I quickly got in front of him, Eugene exclaimed "Jesus" from the room as Uche stretched his neck to see what was going on through my transparent curtain, I pushed Uche outside who acted like he saw something, he kept quiet and didn't say a thing, I asked why he came over to my place this late, he replied saying "na you talk say make I come now..", then I recalled acknowledging him to do something I didn't even know about. Uche said he wanted to leave in a hurry, I got disturbed at the change of his mood, at first he was curious now in a hurry to leave, definitely he saw something, all that ran in my head as I tried questioning him to know if he had seen anything, all he wanted was just to leave the house. My phone rang which quickly triggered my reflex, I reached for it in my pocket and picked the call, it was Onome calling but I couldn't pay attention to her, I just made it known to her by saying " e be like this guy don sabi ooo...I gats follow am find wetin I go do....", with the phone still close to my ear I followed Uche who took to his heels, the call with Onome was slowing me down so I ended it.

I followed Uche to see where he was headed, cut in on every corner he tilted in to without me being seen, soon he was home, he dashed into his fenceless compound while I stood at the edge of a fence expecting him to come out with the whole residents in his house, Uche did come out, but he did with a bucket filled with dirty plates, he wore a look of frustration as the ranting voice of his mother followed him out complaining of his lateness, I sighed and turned back when I realised I left my cousin alone in the house with the corpse, I sped back home but slowed down when I got close to my compound, the vigilante's were around and also willing to help solve the case. I tried my bit to act normal as I walked past the crowd facing my room, I over heard people making suggestion that the police be involved, I knew it wasn't funny anymore, though it was never funny...Papa Sunday approached pleading I accompany him to the police station tomorrow, I gave in right away so that would take away any suspicion, I calmed him down giving all sorts of assumptions that I know wasn't true, he wasn't moved by my presuppositions which in any way didn't get me surprised, we both agreed and he shook my hand thanking me who is the culprit in front of my apartment which happened to be the crime scene. I walked in to my apartment locking the door behind, it was relatively dark which prompted me to turn on the torch on my Nokia phone, the whole sitting room was empty, Eugene was no where to be found... I called out to him but Onome responded from my bed room...I was so eager to know what she was doing there, I stopped at the entrance of my bedroom... The pool of blood halted my movement, someone's blood flowed out my room like a stream...slowly I stepped in it raising the curtain, Onome was standing by cupboard crying...I looked to the ground and saw Eugene faced to the ground with a knife stuck in his neck....Eugene had been killed by my girl friend in my house....WHY...........

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14:00
On my way back to my house, my mission here is complete...got a call from Uche, a kid that lives around my area, very brilliant boy...he is a great fan of mine who is looking up to me, i wonder why he wants to see me? but that is by the way. Onome almost ran down my battery with her calls, well I can imagine how it feels like to stay alone with a corpse in the house. Am a confused man I swear...

18:00
Got home around 3pm this afternoon, Onome was seated in the sitting room with so much fright, she acted like she couldn't hold the unexpected incident but I told her to calm down, she gave her bit by advising me to tell her Husband, at that point I knew village girls had fish brain, how can I possibly tell a man I slept with his wife and she died in the process, so I'll just walk up to Papa sunday and tell him "come and carry your dead wife ooo, as I dey fu**k her she con die...", how lame is that?...I snuffed her bid and thought of a better solution, as smart as I thought I was, I couldn't come up with a simple solution, though the situation was not that simple so no solution could just stroll in to my head. It dawned on me when Onome got a call from her mother who lamented loudly on the phone so excessively I could pick the pieces of her voice, Onome decided to leave me alone with my problems but giving her word that she would stay silent until a solution is found, I took her for her word and thanked her. With Onome's absence, I approached my room and saw the unclad body of Mama Sunday, She had grown a little fatter than when I left her, then I remembered the decomposition process, quickly I ran to my kitchen to grab my Anapuma iodine salt, then I recalled I had no cotton wool in the house and the only one who had it was Mama Sunday who is presently laying down dead on my bed.

Mama Sunday's laid naked with her eyes opened staring straight at the ceiling, it freaked me out so I rushed forward to close her eyes and mouth which was wide opened, I picked her wears one after the other from her panties to her top which no longer her size after I spent minutes trying to get her all dressed up. After concluding my task of dressing her up, I stood up with sweat dripping all over me as I stared at her and also looked around if any of her accessories were lying around, none appeared visible as I also looked thoroughly at her making sure she had all her stuffs on. I walked out after securing any loose evidence that could alarm the incident, I proceeded to Papa Sunday's apartment to ask if I could get some cotton wool, he gladly gave me as he complained of his wife's lateness, he appeared angry but his look changed when he gave me the cotton wool...he looked at me suspiciously which increased my heat beat instantly, I just smiled and thanked him as I returned to my apartment. I looked the door behind me forgetting my early trouble with the ghosts, I walked to my room with a hand-full of cotton wool and a container of salt which I picked up on the table I dropped it before going to Papa Sunday's place. Based on the little experience I got from my Dad when my grandpa died, I was opportuned to see how a dead body is preserved to halt decomposition, I did the same to Mama Sunday by pouring a hand full of salt on her cold chest and making sure it stayed, I stuffed the cotton wool in to her and nose and thought of where to drag the body to...I couldn't take it out because the compound was filled with children playing and their parents looking after them, I was left with no choice but to search for a suitable place to put the body for the mean time.

After minutes of pacing, I still couldn't find a place in my apartment to hide the body, thoughts of not only finding a place but also where to go after locating one was all that ran through my unstable mind, I can't dump the body here and sleep around in friends' houses, that might look a little suspicious, not long, my door reacted to the knock of someone behind the door, quickly I ran to my room to close the door and secure it more with a lock. I walked to the door as I dropped the key in my chest pocket, I responded to the stranger who was knocking of my approach to the door, I opened the door and it happened to be my cousin who was supposed to serve in Edo state but chose to serve in Delta because I lived here, I was stunned seeing Eugene in front of my door with his coper uniform and a travelling bag, I told him to come in and explain why he didn't show up when he promised to, He made it known to me sometime last year october that he would be serving in Edo but will get a redeployment to Delta as soon as possible....I think his redeployment just worked out...
I left the door to my sitting room opened while I hosted Eugene in my sitting room, I was so confused I didn't know what to say to Eugene, suddenly my phone rang from the room I locked, I stood up rapidly but tried not to act suspicious, I told Eugene to sit put and give me a minute, I reached for the key in my pocket and stuffed it in the key hole as I looked behind me to smile at Eugene, I reached for the phone beside Mama Sunday and picked up the call, it was my Mother calling me to ask if Eugene was here, I told her he was and she thanked me endlessly for accommodating him, she passed the phone on to Eugene's mother who happened to be my aunt, she also prayed for us both and thanked me sincerely. I put the phone in my pocket and reached for the door, Eugene was already standing at the entrance to the room which made my heart beat a little faster, I pushed him back stylishly as I pulled the door smiling at him.

Eugene went back to take his seat but wore a look of surprise at my cagey attitude, I ignored him and locked the door behind me when suddenly another phone ran...the sound was very familiar, I hear it most times in Papa Sunday's apartment, I dashed back to the room locking the door behind me as linked the ring tone to Mama Sunday's back on the floor, quickly I searched the bag and held the phone, I turned it off and removed the battery completely from the phone, I put the dead phone back in the bag and put the bag beside her, I breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the room. Eugene was seated with his phone to his ear, I knew it was his mother calling him because he had started speaking the native language with a broad smile on his face, I took my seat in front of him looking at him, I covered in sweat waiting for any question he was going to ask me, the beep of his phone indicated he was through with his call as he stared at the screen, he raised his head and asked me what was going on, I stammered all through without being explicit, I diverted the topic to him needing something to eat and we going to get it, I made it known to him that when we return I would let him in on what was going on. Eugene dropped his bag in the sitting and changed his booths to a more comfortable slippers, we stepped out of the house while I locked the door, I planned on making use of the perfume when we return....what a birthday this is I thought....we got to the entrance of my compound where few of my neighbours were gathered, Papa Sunday was questioning his little Sunday where he got his mother's left flat shoe, it was red in colour and I recalled seeing it in the sitting room earlier today, Papa Sunday lamented as he kept shouting "na the shoe wey she wear be dis....na the shoe wey she wear today be dis..."...I looked at Eugene who stopped and looked at me suspiciously......

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08:00
I have been lying and sitting here for an hour now, its not funny anymore that am finding it hard to walk, got a call from momsy who wished me a happy birthday (can't believe I forgot my own birthday)..this is my worst birthday ever...thought of calling Mama Sunday if she could help out, I think I'll do that now...

09:00
Mama Sunday said she'll be in my apartment in two hours time, making an hour now...also called Onome to get me some pain killers, am in dying need....

13:00
Am in serious trouble, I don't think I can come out of this alive...so many mistakes have been made but this one is one I think its going to take my last breath...am at the outskirt presently in Baba's place waiting to get my perfume and leave as soon as possible. Baba said he was sick today and that he couldn't recall where he kept the rest of the perfume, I have no other choice than to wait, his sickness would slow down his rickety bones in the search for the perfume....but right now there is so much going on and waiting is not helping.
While I waited for Mama sunday some couple of hours ago, I suffered so much pain that I couldn't wait anymore, I had to put a call through to Onome if she could fetch me some pain killers, she agreed and told me she'll be on her way right away. Minutes later, Mama Sunday the nurse came in, she altered my name from the sitting room and I beckoned her with my reply telling her where I laid, Mama Sunday who appeared to be in her early thirties with just her two year old son Sunday still looked like a 25 year old lady, her uniform was so fitted it brought out the shape of her still fit figure, her buttocks struggled to stand still as it brandished while she walked towards me putting one leg in front of the other. With my boxer shorts still on (only my boxer short), my reflexes sent signals to my brain which reacted on my manhood, it gave signals like a dead man coming back to life as she approached in her short white skimpy dress, her laps to her knees were partially exposed covered with her yellow skin, they were so fresh I could eat it all up.

Quickly, I grabbed my blanket to cover up my half unclothedness as I extended my greetings to her, she responded with a broad smile on her face...oh God Mama Sunday was glowing, her lips looked so yummy with the slight red lip stick on it, the powder she applied brought out the fairness of her skin, my attention was totally caught by her bossom which was well packed with the cleavage saying hello. I only saw her mouth move in slow motion, I couldn't hear a word she altered, my senses were all attracted to the angel in front of me and speechless I remained to all the questions she asked. At that moment my manhood was at its ready mode, it was at its strongest and was ready to break through any wall, I respected my self and shook back to reality. Mama Sunday left the smile on her face and asked after my leg, I replied her telling her how unbearable the pain was and how quick I would want it to go away, in a whispering voice Mama Sunday said "I go make sure say the pain commot...no worry", that whisper still lingers in my brain. She sat on my mattress where my leg was positioned and lifted the injured leg putting it on her bare laps, I was covered in sweat with me having no control over my manhood, I couldn't get it to stand down... She kept looking at the pierced leg talking to her self in repetition "which kind animal kon bite you like this...", suddenly, she changed the look on her face to a more frank one telling me it was not a bite from any animal, I nodded my head in response but in an unconscious manner, my eyes were stationed at her bossom and I couldn't help it any more, she knew I was looking at her and she didn't mind.

Mama Sunday moved closer to me as she said some words I can't even remember, all that was visible to me was how her bossom bounced as she got closer to me, she took out the blanket leaving my manhood stretched out drooling for her. She made everything easier when she held it and started undressing, I thought to my self that today was going to be the best birthday after all, I took some painkillers she brought with her and some antibiotics to kick away any bacteria in the wound. Soon, we started the fun, she was a good nurse and also good on my bed... We had sex for straight 20 minutes without stopping, I considered my self lucky and also reached the verdict on what I have heard about nurses, she was on top of me as she kept jumping up and down saying funny words and making sounds. I wasn't ashamed of my self at all, sleeping with a married woman with one child that I play with almost on the daily, ignoring the fact that Papa Sunday a retired recruit soldier turned farmer and bricklayer might return any moment, Papa Sunday had always shown some doubts about my personality, he made it known that he doesn't really like me but I thought it was because I was sort of the youngest and the only bachelor in the compound, the most successful too even if I don't have a generator anymore. There I was having a good time with Papa Sunday's wife while he was under the sun getting heated by the killing 11 o' clock sun, I felt no remorse at all, I just kept caressing another man's wife body who turned out to be my neighbour.

Mama Sunday kept going back and forth really fast, it appeared she was almost reaching her climax, then she stopped all of a sudden as she raised her hand to the left side of her chest,her hands were shaking so was her legs, her body vibrated as her eyeballs couldn't stand stable till it stayed at the top of her iris, she looked like she was in pain as she opened her mouth and groaned in her whispering tone, she fell off from on top of me to the bed and suddenly stopped groaning, she released her chest she held tightly and stopped moving. The sudden halt of her movement didn't look good at all, quickly I moved close to her and whispered her name but she gave no response, her mouth was wide opened with her iris vacant without her pupil, I picked up her hand and dropped it and it dropped helplessly back on the bed, she appeared lifeless because she wasn't even breathing. Suddenly my door opened and Onome called out my name from the sitting room, she knew if am not in my sitting room then am definitely in my room, she barged in and saw the ungodly scene of me naked with another man's wife who laid lifeless on my bed naked, she covered her mouth as she walked slowly towards the bed, she moved to Mama Sunday's body and placed her ear on her chest, Onome slowly raised her head and whispered to me " John....she is dead...this woman is dead..."...

I got the shock of my life when Onome confirmed it, I had to solve 1 problem before engaging in another, I decided to go to Baba's place and get the perfume first. So now presently, I have a dead woman who happens to be a married woman and my neighbour on my bed in my house, she's being accompanied by my girl friend who to ensure no one gets in....this is some deep shiiiitt....

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After running for what I never knew what the outcome would be, I settled down to catch my gasp, minutes after I put my self in the mood I used to be every night, I decided to take a bath and get a good sleep of relief. Good thing I had two buckets of water left, I didn't need to go outside to get some water, I just took off my boxer short and hung it on the door as I shut it, turned to the window pavement to grab my plastic sponge container....there was the figure, the man in white was standing outside the house by the window looking straight at me, quickly I bent down as my heart raced, just then the sound of the ball jogger started right in my sitting room, the torch light I placed at the centre table in the sitting room was knocked off by the ball....the ball bounced towards my bathroom door which I could not see clearly as a result of the total darkness I have been put in to. My teeth jammed each other rapidly as I remained in my squatting position, my breath became loud as I tried holding it back from becoming audible, I tried staying silent with out making any sound but it felt like my heart was making the loudest bang, just then the foot steps approached the bathroom door... I felt like dying at that moment, the footstep became louder as it came closer, I already gave up like I was going to die tonight...the footstep suddenly stopped in front of my bathroom then silence took over, I heard nothing....suddenly, the ball started bouncing real hard, for sure some one was responsible for that....definitely someone is this house with me and definitely not a human being... the person walked back to my sitting room as the ball kept bouncing along....

I remained in a squatting position for minutes till my heart beat rate reduced so I don't have a heart attack, I stood up gradually reaching for my boxer short I hung on the door and gradually raised my right leg after the left wearing my boxers, I peeped outside the bathroom window to make sure the man in white was gone which indeed he was. I pushed the door open facing darkness in the eye, I felt no presence but was still insecure as I took one step after the other walking out of the bathroom, I walked in the direction of my living room without seeing a thing, I placed my leg slowly on my touch which was accidental in the process of staying silent with my movement, quickly I got on my knees and poked the ground in search of the touch which I eventually stumbled upon, quickly I picked it up reaching for the switch somewhere on the side, eventually I found it and pushed it forward so it could light up every where and take away my fear... The light from the torch reflected on the door in front of me picking an unusual figure standing in front of the door...Kako stood in front of the door with his ball in his hands, he looked like he had been in the dust for so long, his skin was dusty and slightly argent with lines of cracks all over... he stared at me with so much anger in his eyes as he walked towards me, my head was so swollen it felt like it was going to burst, unconsciously I dropped the touch and screamed....

The blaring sound of my voice caught the attention of my neighbours who rushed down to my apartment, I snapped back to reality from the world of fear and thought of what I would give as an explanation for my shriek, Papa Peter clattered on my door with so much strength as she shouted my name out loud asking if I was okay, I heard burbles from other neighbours who were also present in front my apartment...how could I tell them I saw a ghost and got scared? That would be the end of my career as a Paranormal Investigator, not only that... I might be mobbed if they find out am a fraud, in a flash an idea was delivered right on time, I picked up the touch which glinted as a result of hard fall, I could still manage the lustre from the torch, I rushed down to my small kitchen which already some of my concerned neighbours were trying to break in since there was no response from the front door. People kept screaming but I intentionally did not respond, I turned off the torch when I noticed some people were trying to break in, I reached for a kitchen knife I sighted before turning off the torch, i held it by the handle and pierced it on my leg somewhere above my ankle, it was painful but I held it deep and hummed my scream, I pierced the side of my knee too and wiped the knife with my boxers... I left the knife on the cabinet and limped back to the sitting room leaving the torch behind in the kitchen. I laid down at the centre of my sitting room as my leg bled out gradually, in no time the kitchen was broken in to and different flashes from different torches reflected in to my sitting room as they called my name.

I was given a first aid treatment and acted like I passed out, they believed they revived me with the water spritzed on my face, I coughed in response and they all breathed and muttered a sign of relief. I told them I was bitten by an animal I didn't get to see well, I explained I was bitten twice which weakened my ability to fight back, I stopped saying "that was all I remember". After they heard my story the men among them hastily went for their cutlasses and raided my house in search of my imaginary animal. Mama Sunday being a nurse offered to take me her clinic in the morning so she could examine the bite and check if it was poisonous (funny people...so if I was really bitten I would wait till morning to get treated?..). The men returned reporting they found nothing, it was a morning meaning everyone would be going to work to begin a new week, they all dispersed and promised to check on me in the morning, Papa Sunday came in with some leaves and said it would keep away all dangerous animals,he scattered them around in my apartment and promised it won't be back with so much confidence, I nodded weakly thanking him with thoughts saying "He sure won't come back", Papa sunday left leaving me on my couch but had this look of disbelief on his face, he looked like the only person who didn't buy my story....its beginning to get me bothered...

04:00
I have been awake throughout the night praying nothing paranormal happens, can't wait for the bravery the day time brings so I can get that perfume from Baba...my self inflicted pain is making itself noticed but I think I can stand it...

07:00
Just woke up, can't believe I slept, though it was a short one but at least refreshing, the rays from the early morning sun gave me confidence to stand anything, I planned on going to the bathroom to get cleaned up so I could go and see Baba on the outskirt...this is funny but serious, I thought I could stand anything but how can I stand something when I can't even stand on my feet...I dropped my legs on the ground to walk..but I can't, the pain from my left leg ignited as I put it to the cold ground....

Madawaki01: Ur story is on dis site

www.africapunch.com/ghost-full-a-story-by-slickest/

Thanx boss....I really appreciate ur kindness...@ repogirl I really don't mind...

T gold: oga ghost man.... na me be d man in white ooooo..... i go pursue u taya
.... *ghostmode*

U resembl casper well wel

Mk ena no vex abeg...na busy mk me busy ooo.....