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.

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.

A call from the grave

by Ngozi Janet Akalonu

As she was writing the names from her old book, she noticed her best friend’s name – Linda. Linda unfortunately had died several months ago. She felt silly transferring the name to the new book, but she felt a little strange to just ignore it. She knew she was being a bit morbid, but something was telling her to dial that number. Maybe to know and hear that it didn’t belong to her friend anymore might bring some closure to her.

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.

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