Hmmmm guy u get power ooo na Niger film u de give us soooooo.... Y must she die wen trying to tel the name of the devil? wasn't she suppose to tell Amara d name of the devil before telling her about her mom's shop..... Souloho kuku kill me

Soul Is Viewing, Are We Expecting Any Update Now?

This story is one of a kind. I'm glued! !

This story keep me glued to my fone. Kudos to u soul.
Stevenson, hmmm...

Im also suspecting the european.
okwudili is clean.



Pls more update

Why must ezinne die when trying to expose the devil btw i am suspecting souloho to be the devil

Tolezy001:
Why must ezinne die when trying to expose the devil btw i am suspecting souloho to be the devil

hahahhahhahahhahahhahahahahhahahaaa

Every body go and nominate dis piece for story of the week. Only then will u appreciate the writer more.

For many days, I've searched this for you and your story. Finding you at last, I said prai.........se the Lord. Oya jare, I'm ready for the ride. Keep it coming. More data to your phone.
Tnx 4 the mention, by the way.

Bros Abeg Sofrey Make Sum Pple Nor Craze. I Canot Fitu Guess. Dis Story Is Dope. Kip Up D Gud Wrk.Na Man U Be,

my bet is it is none of the two. it is not Stevenson and it is not Paul. it is someone else we don't expect

pastor Bartholomew's is my suspect, wehdone souloho, great piece of work.

boldndbeautiful:
pastor Bartholomew's is my suspect, wehdone souloho, great piece of work.

Pastor batholomew It can't be him because of the rapport btw d girls and d killer.

ghost reader mode deactivated... I can't wait to know the end of this story,the suspense is killing

Tolezy001:
Why must ezinne die when trying to expose the devil btw i am suspecting souloho to be the devil

lol her mum was all she cld think of first that was why...please o I'm not the one

Where do I even start....your comments have been priceless and motivating...thanks a gazillion...i hrt u all......errrm..about your questions and guesses...don't worry it would soon be unraveled .in fact it has been unraveled partially you just need to look at every word with a magnifying glass....
Welcome to the latest additions precial funny fun and co...you're highly welcome FAM..
Tillaman what is Dé John's odd please..because that remains my own bet

souloho19:


lol her mum was all she cld think of first that was why...please o I'm not the one

I Think U Ar D One

"God be with you till we meet again..
Till we mee-eet
Till we mee-eet
God be with you till we meet again
Till we meeet...."
The voices rang out in the night. Beautiful voices, voices filled with grief. The young girls of Amaife were at the front of the group. Marching slowly and singing, their candles seemed to burn the brightest. Some of them had framed photographs of their friends..the deceased girls of Amaife. It was troubling...the photographs were many.
Amara held Ezinne's framed photograph but she didn't hold it out like the rest, instead she held it to her chest. She didn't hold any candle as her two hands gripped the photograph. Her eyes had a distant look and her lips moved softly as she sang.

One of the girls held up a picture..heart wrenching it was. The pretty girl had to be Ozioma, she had a bright smile, radiant face that seemed to shine even in the night, with just the reflection of the candles (as the moon had remained under covers)
She had her arms round a smiling elderly woman. That had to be mama Ozioma. Mother and daughter. So beautifully alike.
Both of them had been killed by the same monster. Abused by the same monster.

The picture seemed to hunt Osi as he stared at the side of the road watching the procession.
Each person had a burning candle in his/her hand, a sorrowful but comforting song on the lips and a tearful eye.

Emotions rocked Osi as he watched the villagers, sadness, anger, regret(regretting the birth of the killer)....
Apparently he wasn't the only one going through these feelings.
"Whoever did this is a bastard" Ovie muttered beside him.
"Bastard is a kind word in this case.." Osi replied.
Bukky sighed "I can't even caution you pastor...this is too heartbreaking"
They joined the crowd, following at a distance after the last person had past.

"Pastor you need to stop blaming yourself" Ovie said.
"I'm not blaming myself" Osi replied but he was. If only he had been more conscious when Oluchi had first told him Ezinne had given her the letter. If only he had been faster. If only...
"Pastor.." Gregory caught up to them walking fast and breathing hard. "Pastor..the deacon is at the house..he came back...he and Samuel arrived about ten minutes ago"
Osi nodded. He could guess the reverend had given the deacon more than a slap on the wrist and sent him back. To tell the truth he wished the deacon hadn't come back. The man was a sower of discord.
"He seems to be in a very bad mood" Gregory commented as he settled beside Osi, matching the walking rhythm.
"It would take a very special kind of grace for me to deal with his rubbish this time around" Osi replied.
"I agree..grace indeed"

°•°•°•
After walking round the village twice they converged at the market square. The candles had all burnt halfway by now and a slight breeze threatened to blow out all of them.
They formed some kind of circle, circling pastor Batholomew and Pa kenneth.

"My people, it is times like this that we need to hold on to our fate more than ever..." Pa Kenneth started his speech with a low voice. He could barely be heard and for the first time, he looked and sounded really old. The past couple of weeks seemed to have added a decade to his real age.
The candles were almost at its end when he finished his speech and by that time the sounds of hands striking the legs and arms against the bloodthirsty mosquitoes had almost drowned his voice totally.

Pastor Bartholomew took the stage.
"You see this is the time we need to hold on to our faith the most..the devil doesn't want us to have our crusade...I called my friends from PortHarcourt because I felt God wanted to use them to bless us...to use them to speak to us..to use them to direct us in the midst of our present crises...but you see the devil doesn't want us to focus..but my brethren...now more than ever we need to set our eyes on the most high....not on the bitterness..not on the pain...not on the heartbreak..no...we set our eyes on him..let us pray"

°•°•°•
"I'm sorry about Ezinne...I know how close you people were" Paul located Oluchi and Amara. He glanced at the framed picture still in Amara's arms.
"Paul..(sniff) where you the one outside the gate today?" Oluchi asked. She hadn't been able to stop crying.
"Outside the gate..when?"
"Earlier today" Amara spoke up for the first time. She had a strange look in her eyes. An accusing look. she could vividly remember how he had grabbed her the other day and suddenly she was extremely suspicious of Paul.
"No...I've not even come home since I left in the morning" he replied with a somewhat shaky voice.
"Where did you go?" Amara countered before he could talk.
"Errm..I went to tidy up something.."
Just what exactly? But her younger sister tugged her from behind.
"Amara let's go...Dé Nwachukwu is waiting for us"

°•°•°•°
Osi didn't eat(no appetite) and now he couldn't sleep. He was back in the parlour thanks to the deacon's arrival and as he lay stretched on the couch he cracked his brain...there was something he was missing..he was sure of it. Something important.
The letter was the key...he could feel it.
He made up his mind to pay Stevenson a visit the next day.

Chapter 8

"Mr Stevenson...I'd like to read any thing you've written so far..." No that didn't sound right.
"I'm fascinated with your research..can I read what you've done so far?"
That sounded better...
"Stevenson can you sign an autograph for me?"
No...he needed to study the writing letter for letter...there was no way an autograph could guarantee that.
These were Osi's thoughts the next morning as he skipped down the path to Stevenson's house. Anyway it went, the European was known for his politeness..Osi didn't think he would refuse him.

He traced the house trying to calculate the distance to the spot in the woods Chinaza had been killed and the distance to Ezinne's house. He was not yet 100% familiar with all the roads but he thought it was pretty close.
Hmmm...the case in his head against the European kept building.

°•°•°°•
The house was really beautiful. The gleaming paint and the design was quite pleasant to the eyes. He found it hard to believe the village had arranged the house for him. He bookmarked it in his mind to ask Dé Nwachukwu if the house had been built from scratch specifically for Stevenson.

Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap.
He knocked the door, softly at first but after some seconds with no reply he increased the intensity.
Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap
Still no answer.
No one was home.

He looked around,(although the cottage was in a secluded spot with no visible neighbours) and tried the door..it was locked.

Hello...hello..Stevenson!"
No reply, it was obvious no one was home.
He walked round the house trying to peer into the windows. Stevenson was a very private person. Everywhere was boarded up!
At the rear of the house, he noticed a smaller window, this had to be the toilet..or kitchen...no it was definitely the toilet as it was quite higher than the others.

It seemed having a window net wasn't a requirement in Amaife despite the evil mosquitoes that flew about.

Osi struggled with the window for some minutes and the fastened nails were no match for his determination. He wrestled the wooden window open and it dangled on one side. Probably held in place by the fastened catch from inside.

What are you doing? Why not wait for Steve to come back? The voice of reason asked him.
No he couldn't wait...he just needed a minute..there was bound to be documents lying about..after all the man was a writer.

Maybe he also wanted to snoop around a bit. There was something off about the European that he needed to figure out.

It would have been a big disaster if he got stuck midway as he wriggled, huffed and puffed through the small window.

But finally he went through and almost smashed his head on the tiles.
"Wow..they even tiled the place for him" he mumbled to himself as he got to his feet.
The house was sparsely furnished but it was neat. Strangely there was no reading table, just some chairs that gave the impression of being put together in a hurry and a small center table.

The table was littered with papers. Aha! Osi strode hurriedly and fell to his knees as he scanned the papers.
None of them were handwritten. They seemed to have been torn off books and research materials. Some words were circled but they had no meaning to Osi.
He knew where to find answers: the bedroom.
The room had a king size bed, a drawer, a closet and a mirror.

The room was squeaking clean, the bed was made without a crease and everything was in place. The shoes were arranged in a line and he could bet the clothes were hung neatly in the closet.

The pad Stevenson had been writing on was on the drawer. He noticed the edge of the notepad was in line with the edge of the table. Hmmm...it seems this man has some sort of obsessive compulsive....he would have to be careful to leave everything exactly as he had found it.

He got his hands on the pad and opened it.
He scurinized the writing as he unfolded the letter from his pocket.

L L
R R
S S

He could swear the letters had the same slant and curve yet some letters gave him doubt...take 'm' for instance in the letter: the words 'forgive me' and 'groom' in the notepad...there was a slight difference in the looping...
Now that he studied the words it seemed the letter 'g' had a different pattern in the way the branch was curved...
"Argghh!!! What am I even saying..??" He rubbed his eyes. This thing was giving him a headache.

There had to be an expert..someone who could analyze both writings perfectly.
He'll just have to tear a page from the notepad.

"No...better not tear from here..." He flipped the pages looking for any incoherent scribble he could tear off and the European won't notice.
He turned to the last page, scanning the contents with his eyes.
At the bottom of the page...

Ozioma
Chinenye
Chisom
Chinaza
Ezinne

These were the names of the girls that had been raped and killed so far....what was Stevenson doing with their names?
'Ezinne' had been written with a black ink unlike the rest (blue ink)meaning it had been added recently...probably this morning...
Was this some kind of score card?
"This man has a lot of explaining to do" Osi thought to himself.. "Who knows what other secrets are hidden inside the pages..." Maybe he should take the whole pad away....

As he considered this, a noise came from the front of the house. It sounded like the stamping of boots.
He heard the whistle and the jingle of keys.
Steve was back...

Great bro!!!

Jesus Christ! How will Osi get out of that house unscathed. This episode is...... God, I'm trying to breathe. But I believe all will be well, Osi has a strong ally.

ghen ghen

this is yawa raised to power 5million

[quote author=souloho19 post=59732845]don't worry it would soon be unraveled.[color=#006600]
It's Pastor Bat, Osi must have seen his hand writing before.
Great work bro, you are super good. But do you know that 2much suspense is bad for human health?

hmmmm... ghen ghen ghen...

Hmmmmmmmnnn. Wahala don wear cover shoe....

Lol, you are so very welcome bruh, I will give 0.5 to Dé John, if Dé John is d devil then the killings won't stop anytime soon,

souloho19:
Where do I even start....your comments have been priceless and motivating...thanks a gazillion...i hrt u all......errrm..about your questions and guesses...don't worry it would soon be unraveled .in fact it has been unraveled partially you just need to look at every word with a magnifying glass....
Welcome to the latest additions precial funny fun and co...you're highly welcome FAM..
Tillaman what is Dé John's odd please..because that remains my own bet

What, this steve get mind oh

there is one thing i knw souloho19 is dat

steve is in trouble serious one oooo

OMG!!pls tell me osi got out without been seen.

Cool