Bump In The Night_ The Locked Door_Imprisoned by day free by night_The Spot
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Bump In The Night
Bump in the night goes the noise, loud enough to cause Jane to wake up out of a dead sleep. Terrified, that someone was in the apartment with her while she slept, she thought about calling the police. Knowing that she was going to go looking to see what she could find. Maybe a cat had somehow got into her apartment and she would feel foolish if she called the police which would come to find nothing. She laid in her soft bed waiting for the noise to sound again and nothing came for several minutes. Her imagination went wild as she imagined a burglar creeping down the hallway toward her bedroom....
The Locked Door
My younger sister penny can be described as an introvert and timid. She doesn’t have any known friends as she matures into a young lady of . Some of her known friends had either been married and relocated or travelled abroad. She has turned into what I considers quasi-maid living with our aging mother. She foresees for the cleaning of the house and cooking for other 6 members of the family has relocated with their families to other states.The family house in the city was left in tact because, at times usually two years intervals during general break or any other holiday time, my other sibling...
Imprisoned by day free by night
From the very first moment I opened my eyes to this unknown world around me, I was in here, in this box-shaped glass.A vast room with weird-looking glass walls.The thick layer of glass is sapphire blue, with nothing to be seen outside it. With no doors or windows.I’ve always wondered, from where I’m getting this delicious food. And whwww.onedoor.ccere are these people who deliver this food coming from?Three meals per day, but no more than that is allowed to me. I was young and oblivious to what's around me. Accepting anything they gave me, not knowing what’s better anyway. But, the sole thing I had in me w...
The Spot
“The Spot” – by Ihuoma Mike Ekwueme You would think that after spending over 7 years apart – with no communication, no run-ins at the mall or the street that intersected our neighborhood, no contact with our families whatsoever – that the sight of Ichebadu Pepple will arouse no feelings inside of me. I was wrong. Very wrong. About a year ago after my National Youth Service (NYSC), I got an offer to work in one of the largest newspaper companies in Benin City, Edo State. I was hired to be an Editor for The Tribune with very limited experience to occupy such a position at 23, but still I took i...