Death was a
green-eyed monster that he stole my momma soul; and then we were forced
to live with an octogenarian, our granny. Granny, no matter how
interesting the movie is, she would still suppress to the aroma of
snoozing and to the warmth of her developed baby, Pascal.
Like
every other nights I watched, sitting on my favourite place, on sofa, I
watched her bamboozled by the warmth of the cold night, and then she
laid her head on the cushion. A deaf man, if listen to would hear the
beats from her “snore”. I jumped up with my brothers in celebration. At
least we could watch the rated movie for the next two hours. I sat on
the rug closely to where my brother had sat and we watched figurine.
Two
hours at the end of the movie, we all picked our spot. I slept on my
left arm, facing the wall and then my brother off the room light and
then, he opened the windows for the rays of the moon. I succumbed to my
pillow and I petted my eyes closed for slumbering. Sleep was a latecomer
that I had to open my eyes again. Still facing the wall, from the
shadow, was a very still-standing figure. I could hear my brother snores
but I couldn’t still figure out the figure. I opened my mouth with fear
and asked who he was. Instantly, the shadow started becoming bigger and
bigger. I swallowed my saliva and still I couldn’t still look back. He
raised his hand and drew it near my body, I closed my eyes and I
screamed for help.
“Peter” I felt the hand touching my head
and I opened up “you are screaming” my brother concluded with fear. I
picked my pillow, hugged it and wiped my streaming sweat. It was a
nightmare. I watched my brother disappear into the lightly darkness as I
sip from the cup of water he brought for me and saw the door swung
opened. I became overwhelmed with fear and my body became still. I
shouted for my brother but I couldn’t hear his movement or the sounds
from his sleep. Again, I watched a small shadow become bigger and
wider. I got hold of myself and awaited the uninvited August visitor. He
walked in like a robot and turned to where I had long squatted. He
brought a two candles and a lighter. He laughed monstrously and lighted
the candles. The first ray of the candle fell on his face. His hair was
freshly dirty, his forehead was stitched with metals from between the
eyes to the middle of the skull.one eye popped out and the other was a
dark tunnel. His clothes were roughly beautiful which was sewed in
different places with different cottons and materials. He then looked at
me fiercely; moving closer with both candles gripped in his hands and
was hee-hawing. And was again, the poor man, I shouted for help. He
dropped the candles and everywhere became dark. I closed my eyes and
pretended to be sleeping. I could still hear his movement and I was
touched by a hard hand.
“Wake up peter” said a grown voice. I
opened my eyes and hugged my granny. My brother stood still and laughed
mockingly. “I always tell you to pray before you sleep. Well I brought
you a gift.” Granny concluded.
Granny dipped her into her
deep handbag and brought out a figurine. I rolled my eyes and fainted.
When would I wake up from this long sleep?
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