THE LIVING DEAD (PART 8)
I nervously opened my door and came face to
face with the hostel president, a policeman in
uniform and the SUG president. I stared at them
with panic.
"please can we come in?. The officer has some
important questions to ask you" the SUG
president explained while my heart froze. My
guilty conscience was at its worst that moment.
I fearfully allowed them into the room, my heart
pounding furiously as the policeman took a
sharp look round my room before settling down
on the only plastic chair i had, while the two
students with him stood and stared at me. I
knew they all noticed my nervous behaviour.
"I'm here to question you as a result of the body
discovered in your lodge. The dead girl found
under the stairs" The serious looking officer said
to me as he brought out a small notebook which
he opened.
"so what's your name?" he asked. I breathed
deeply and looked at the hostel president who
nodded to me in agreement. I slowly murmured
my name, repeating it twice.
"you saw the girl's body right?" the officer
asked. I swallowed hard and nodded. Nmeka's
image quickly appeared in my head.
"yes i saw her" i answered weakly,
"do you know her?" he asked, sending my heart
flying with the question.
"um no, not at all" i replied,
"are you sure?" he asked again,
"yes i'm sure" i answered,
"you mean you have never ran across her even in
school premises?" he asked.
"yes i'm sure, i havn't seen her anywhere" i
answered a bit boldly. He marked something in
his book, closed it and stood up.
"thanks for your time, but i may be back" he
grinned before leaving.
I locked my door, fell on my bed and covered my
head with a pillow.
"liar, damn you liar" i heard Nmeka's voice
scream in my head, sickening me.
I laid awake all night, scared and afraid. I was
scared of Nmeka's ghost, scared of the police
and scared of being discovered.
A very terrible wind equally blew that night as if
rain was about to pour, but there came no rain,
instead the wind kept making strange noises on
my window which seriously terrified me.
Early tuesday morning i packed some of my
clothes in a small bag and headed to my friend
Gideon's lodge. I just couldn't stay all alone in
my room anymore.
Unfortunately Gideon and his neighbours were
all too eager to hear the dead girl's story,
especially how she looked, who was being
suspected and so on.
They wanted to hear everything without knowing
that they were upsetting me with their questions.
The more i managed to answer, the more
questions they asked to the extent that i almost
lost the remaining part of my mind.
Early wednesday morning i headed home to be
with my surprised parents who were very
astonished to see me return home in the middle
of the week. I managed to mutter some lousy
explanation which i believed they never truly
bought.
But then it was as if the devil had so much
interest in my case, because by 8:15am the next
day, the hostel president called me on phone,
asking me to show up at the lodge.
"The police needs to search your room". He
ended up saying.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 9
face with the hostel president, a policeman in
uniform and the SUG president. I stared at them
with panic.
"please can we come in?. The officer has some
important questions to ask you" the SUG
president explained while my heart froze. My
guilty conscience was at its worst that moment.
I fearfully allowed them into the room, my heart
pounding furiously as the policeman took a
sharp look round my room before settling down
on the only plastic chair i had, while the two
students with him stood and stared at me. I
knew they all noticed my nervous behaviour.
"I'm here to question you as a result of the body
discovered in your lodge. The dead girl found
under the stairs" The serious looking officer said
to me as he brought out a small notebook which
he opened.
"so what's your name?" he asked. I breathed
deeply and looked at the hostel president who
nodded to me in agreement. I slowly murmured
my name, repeating it twice.
"you saw the girl's body right?" the officer
asked. I swallowed hard and nodded. Nmeka's
image quickly appeared in my head.
"yes i saw her" i answered weakly,
"do you know her?" he asked, sending my heart
flying with the question.
"um no, not at all" i replied,
"are you sure?" he asked again,
"yes i'm sure" i answered,
"you mean you have never ran across her even in
school premises?" he asked.
"yes i'm sure, i havn't seen her anywhere" i
answered a bit boldly. He marked something in
his book, closed it and stood up.
"thanks for your time, but i may be back" he
grinned before leaving.
I locked my door, fell on my bed and covered my
head with a pillow.
"liar, damn you liar" i heard Nmeka's voice
scream in my head, sickening me.
I laid awake all night, scared and afraid. I was
scared of Nmeka's ghost, scared of the police
and scared of being discovered.
A very terrible wind equally blew that night as if
rain was about to pour, but there came no rain,
instead the wind kept making strange noises on
my window which seriously terrified me.
Early tuesday morning i packed some of my
clothes in a small bag and headed to my friend
Gideon's lodge. I just couldn't stay all alone in
my room anymore.
Unfortunately Gideon and his neighbours were
all too eager to hear the dead girl's story,
especially how she looked, who was being
suspected and so on.
They wanted to hear everything without knowing
that they were upsetting me with their questions.
The more i managed to answer, the more
questions they asked to the extent that i almost
lost the remaining part of my mind.
Early wednesday morning i headed home to be
with my surprised parents who were very
astonished to see me return home in the middle
of the week. I managed to mutter some lousy
explanation which i believed they never truly
bought.
But then it was as if the devil had so much
interest in my case, because by 8:15am the next
day, the hostel president called me on phone,
asking me to show up at the lodge.
"The police needs to search your room". He
ended up saying.
WATCH OUT FOR PART 9
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