Tuesday, September 28, 2010

WHISPER OF EVIL

She listened..............hoping................waiting.......wishing its a dream................a bad dream.
yes, its a dream and shes gonna wake up anytime now. She shut her eyes tight and opened them but it was still there, still staring at her, still the same scene, the same bad dream.......................
She tried to scream but what came out was just a croak................she pinched herself, slapped herself..............maybe that will wake her from this dream...........
She wanted to run, to get away from this place, from this silence, this..........EVIL but her feet were rooted there like she has lost all strength and will power to move.
She opened her eyes and looked down, down......................
Her hands were wet, sticky, like she just finished her favourite chocolate but it was not smelling like chocolate.............she looked down
And then she saw her, she was wearing the cloth she wore last thanksgiving. She was lying there, maybe peaceful for someone that just went through what she did and beside her, the kitchen knife that just killed her..........
She just committed murder..............she shivered at the thought........
She glanced around a last time, picked her jacket and walked out of the house....without looking back

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Linda was in a very good mood, only few girls have things working for them. She has a good home; though her father died when she was four, her mother had done everything possible to raise three perfect kids. Her two brothers were working and living good with their wives and kids and she, the last child was in final year in the University and so far, life has been good.
Linda obeyed all the laws of a good girl, she doesn't go to wild parties, doesn't go out after dark, doesn't drink or smoke, kept one boyfriend and doesn't pick her nose in public. So this Friday, she was expectant as she was getting ready for an evening with her boyfriend.
Her cell phone started ringing. Nobody was gonna disturb her now so she let it go to voicemail.
"Linda, its your brother Max, mum is dead. Someone murdered her at home last night.............."
Her head started pounding. She felt her body hit the cold floor and then everything was black.

(C) Luciano.

1 comment:

N.I.L (Naijamum in London) said...

This looks really promising
Hope you are not going to end it here because I need a conclusion *smile*

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