Child
by Dexter F. I. Joseph The dead baby is back in the mirror. Wrapped in blood, it has an alluring smirk on its face. Its arm, an incomplete limb, rests on the reflective mirror hung…
Tag: Horror
Daemoñ Of Kaamari City (1-3)
Its face was hollowed, eyes large and sunken, red as the colour of blood. The skin pallid and dry, clawed and large hands and the muscles around its scrawny frame were thick and ripped on all sides.
Mr. Frank
by David Solomon
Standing up, I fell down again. My ankle was fully rotten. The icy bony fingers were of a dead woman, with smoke oozing from her black dress, sprawled on the floor. I quailed. Still unable to shout, I tried to drag myself away.
Emmanuella
by Kathryn Olushola
As we walk deeper into the bushes, looking back, we see that our school and church is no longer in sight. Ayo, Martha and the baby remain silent. We are stopped by a human-like creature without arms and legs. Its voice is deep and coarse like that of man. I am not frightened in the least.
The One called Jennifer
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
There was a man standing over a young girl. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was lying on a tree stump. The man was holding an axe in his hands. It looked like he was about to kill her.
Occupied
by Vivian Dindu Esimoleze
He stopped, turned his back towards me. “You don’t get it. This was my room before I died” he said.
The Man in the Yellow Raincoat
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
One day, the woman went out to run some errands and she took her daughter with her. When they came back, they stood in the lobby of the apartment building and pressed the button for the elevator. When it arrived and the doors opened, she saw that there was a man already in the elevator. He was wearing a yellow raincoat and he also had a yellow hat on his head.
The No End House
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
At that moment, a vague and foreboding feeling of impending doom gripped my heart and my courage deserted me. Reaching behind me, I tried to open the door I had just come through. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was locked. I didn’t have the option of retreating. The only thing I could do was walk across the room to the other door and press on, further into the house.
City of Bones
by Dexter Joseph
We all walked noiselessly along the long dark hallway, only for a second, until Michael stepped on something which made a crushing sound. It was a bone. Everything was made of bone: the walls, the markings on them, and the broken statues standing around the entire building. We had walked through the building for more than an hour, fearful, tired, but alert, our eyes heavy but sleep keeping a distance away from all fifteen of us. We had come to this new world excitedly, but right now, no sense of ebullience or thrill filled my nostrils or those of my colleagues. Just sweat, dirt, fear and more fear.
Evil girls have the prettiest faces (1)
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
She reminded him of a mother wolf, looking for a prey to feed to her cubs. She must live in the residential area close to barracks, the area where those women and girls who sold khunu came from. He knew most of them had husbands in the army too. He knew most of them were widows. He knew most of them were unmarried.
Angela
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
When he turned fourteen years old, he had witnessed two grown boys in their late teens, rape and kill a girl at the beach during a summer vacation with his family at his hometown in Florida. He had watched long enough to see them bury her in a shallow grave. They kept on calling her names as they assaulted and molested her.
Death, Just The Beginning (1)
by Ngozi Janet Akalonu
Father and mother were very close and still so much fond of each other even after 20 years of marriage. He still stared at her with a million galaxies exploding in his eyes and she still danced for him and caressed his almost greying hair like I had seen her do so many times when I was a little boy. Their laughter was tinged with so much affection and joy, it sometimes made my siblings and I uncomfortable. Such love was envious, powerful and divine, and when she died, I knew father would never be the same again.