Chapter 1

How will you feel if you're told that a bag of money was buried with a coffin at a cemetery in your vicinity?

This story is a fictional piece. Names, places and others are unreal but the author's imagination therein.

Enjoy!
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Rumours have been flying around about the million Naira buried in a silent cemetery located in a remote area. No one really believed the rumour though probably because no one posses the courage to go and ransack the cemetery in search of money or because it’s looks so impossible to bury over million Naira in a cemetery.

What people don’t know is that many has gone in search of the money but never returned while those that returned were physically rendered incapable, mostly derived of their ability to talk or lose their sight?

This mysterious event thus made the news unreal and also exterminate people’s interest to find the money. A million naira is not a small amount. The news that was even propagated made me more curious about the money.

To me, going to cemetery to dug out a million Naira is not different from receiving a free money. And in this country, everyone needs money including Dangote.

I decided to come up with a plan to extract the money successfully from the cemetery without experiencing any repercussions. To be on a safer side, I thoroughly investigated the authenticity of the news and arrived with more than four facts that confirmed that the money planted there is real.

I decided to storm the cemetery at night when no one will notice me. I planned to carry out all my holy activity in less than an hour. Start by 11:30pm and end by 12:30am was the time I planned.

I ensured that everything I needed were ready to dig the ground, shovel to pack the sand and lastly bag to pack the money. I should have taken Bible and Quran too but my body is not really different to that of bouncers. So if anything negative happens, the body will sure protect me.

I stayed in my house the appointed day I planned to visit the cemetery. I set off on Quadri’s bike immediately the time clocked 10:30pm.

Quadri was a very good friend, although he didn’t want to release his bike to me but I’ve promised him a cool cash after my expenditure. The cemetery was quite far from my house so I spent over 40 minutes getting there and 20 minutes to enter through the back door of the cemetery.
I jumped over the fence silently to avoid being noticed by people living nearby. I located the exact place I was told the money was buried. I started digging and packing simultaneously.

After digging for 30 minutes, I started sweating profusely without achieving anything. After digging for another 10mins, I hit a coffin with the mattock. I brought the coffin out in less than five minutes and opened it eagerly thinking that the money was inside it.

I was shocked to see a fresh body inside the coffin. What, how can this body be fresh, the rumour about the money has been going around for over 3 years now and I’m sure the body would have spent more than that in the grave.

I wanted to run away but the million won’t let me go. I left the body inside the coffin and continued the digging. I continued digging tirelessly when my mattock hit a sack.

“Thank you goddess of riches, I’m finally rich” I whispered happily to myself.

I started packing the money out immediately and grinned like a drugged cat. I kept on packing the money out of the torn sack and I kept on dumping them on the naked ground. I didn’t want to waste my time with packing it immediately into the bag I brought, I planned on doing that after I was done taking the money out of the grave.

I smiled mischievously to myself after packing out every single note out of that grave and I raised my head up with satisfaction. I heaved a sigh of relief and I started grinning again at the thought of being a millionaire over night. I stretched my hand to grab the bag I came withbut to my surprise, the money has already been packed neatly into the bag.

“Jesus of Jerusalem! Who packed the money inside the bag?”

I was still mumbling to myself in fear and confusion when I heard someone coughing beside me.

To be continued.

Chapter 2

Hearing a cough behind me startled me greatly, I was so scared to the extent that I jumped back inside the grave I dug earlier. I struggled to keep my head down in the grave like a convict that’s about to be buried alive.

For 10 minutes, the person didn’t stop coughing like a patient bedridden with hiccups. I couldn’t sight or sense the person, I was just hearing constant cough. I climbed out of the grave effortlessly. I wouldn’t let a mere cough confiscate the million Naira I just discovered. The coffin was still in its normal position when I got out, so I wouldn’t say the corpse was the one that packed the money into the bag for me.

I checked bag and the money, they were still intact too.

“Sweet money, thank you for coming to me or I should thank myself for coming to you”, I whispered to myself while smiling foolishly. I gave the bag a long hug.

I started rounding up immediately the cough seized. I dropped the coffin back into the grave and I placed it inside the grave very well.

”You can continue to rest in peace now Mr…or Mrs... Just rest in peace. I have the money with me now”, I said amidst a silent hollow laughter.

After dropping the coffin inside the grave, I started filling the grave with the sand I packed out earlier. I was smiling and filling it. As I was filling, I was smiling and as I was smiling, I was grinning.

I finished packing the sand in less than twenty minutes and I made sure that I filled the grave to the brim. I carried the bag afterwards and I started running towards the back gate I used earlier. I kept on running and running. I had almost ran for more than thirty minutes when I realized that the distance of the grave to the gate has elongated. I didn’t use up to ten minutes to walk when I first arrived and I was running too.

The weights of the bag and the mattock has weighed me down tremendously and I started gasping for breath.

“If I continue like this for more ten minutes, I may collapse”, I said to myself.

Nevertheless, I still kept on running and I stopped running after five minutes. I bowed my head to catch my breath while dropping the bag and mattock simultaneously.

I raised my head up to realised that I was back to the starting point and I was surprised when I noticed the shock of my life. The grave and the coffin I covered earlier are now outside.

”This corpse don’t want to rest in peace I guess”.

The sand I used to fill up the grave earlier was now packed outside beside the coffin and the coffin was beside the grave with its door opened.

I realized that escaping from the cemetery at that moment will be hard if I don’t act fast.

I stretched my hand forward to grab my money so that I can run, but all I could touch was an empty air, the money has disappeared. I was about to kneel in despair when I noticed that the corpse is no more in the coffin.

To be continued.

Chapter 3

I’ve never seen anything that seems like disappearing in my life. The sight of the corpse and money disappearance was more shocking than an electric shock. Then I saw someone standing afar with a torchlight. The person started coming towards me like a guard employed to secure the cemetery.

I forgot everything at that moment like a new born baby and I started thinking only about safety. I won’t want the guard to apprehend me and ended up spending 25 years in jail for robbery and ritual. How will I explain the reason why I came to a cemetery. I quickly hide behind a grave’s name inscription gravel and knelt down quickly and quietly to avoid been notice by the person coming.

I saw the person walking towards the grave in haste. I watched him with intense attention, he walked to the grave and started re digging the grave to make it more deeper.
I was surprised he didn’t show any concern that someone as already dig the grave. He continued the digging and stopped after digging for five minutes. I opened my mouth in shock as I watched him sleeping comfortably inside the coffin and he mysteriously transferred himself into the grave. Then I saw the sand covering up the grave automatically.

I started trembling in fear after seeing that show of death. I regretted ever hearing the news about the money that’s not mine. As I was shaking in terror, I was planning how to escape. I was amidst my planning section when my eye suddenly caught the bag of money I held earlier.

"My money is back”, I muttered to myself happily and foolishly

I don’t know how I forgot the fear instantly after seeing the money. I bended my mission from escaping to getting the money.

“Just carry the money and run off”, I said trying to caution my brain. I tiptoed out silently and started running towards the money. I got to the place successfully. I carried the money successfully. But the rest of the event wasn’t in anyway successful.

I turned back to start a race of safety but was stopped by a figure standing just 0.05 inches away from me. I knocked my head hardly on the person before realising that someone was actually standing behind me. I became unconscious for few minutes. I raised my hurting head to see someone kneeling before me, it seems like the person was trying to wake me up.

My sight started becoming clearer due to the vigorous way the person was shaking me. I opened my eyes to see the highest level of shock. The person that buried himself earlier was the person shaking me.

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Chapter 4

I don’t want to believe that the person that buried himself earlier is now the person shaking me to wake up. I tried to faint and returned to my unconscious self, but the fainting wouldn’t come. Tears started forming in my eyes instantly because I know that the next thing that will happen is death. But this person wasn’t showing any sign of despair or fear, his face looked so calm and concerned as it he is trying to wake his child from death. The moment I noticed his countenance, I started playing along. I acted as if I don’t know who he is and I also acted as if I need his help. Then he tried to pull me up from the ground.

I pretended and held his hand as if I can’t stand alone. He was still pulling me up when I gave him a hard uppercut. If not that he’s a supernatural being, his head would have cut off.

He moved back some feet away from me and held his bleeding nose. I ran off immediately to avoid facing the consequences of what I just did. I quickly entered a small building that looks like a guard’s quarter. It was just a room apartment with many cloth hanged around the corners of the house like a dirty dry cleaners shop.

I searched the place in less than a minute to confirm that no one is hiding or lurking around in the apartment. My heart calmed a bit after realising that no one else was there. At least, I will be safe for some time. I looked for a discreet corner in the room and bend down to think about my life, about where money covetousness has led me and about how to escape from the problem I put myself in. I was still thinking about what to do next whenwhen I felt a firm grab on my hand from behind. The hand held me tightly as if my ancestors offended him.

“But there was no one here when I checked, how come?” I was still trying to find answer to the riddle going on in my head when the hand tightened his grip more than what human can imagine,the pain was so unbearable. I screamed immediately he tightened his grip.
Then I tried to jab off my hand from this unknown hand that was holding me in the darkness. The strength in that hand was far more than mine.

I was still trying to retrieve my hand when I sighted the source of the hand. The hand stretched out from one of the cloth hanging on the wall. My strength was doubled by the determination to stay alive. With a forceful jab, I retrieve my hand in one try and dash out of the building. As I was running, I started reminiscing over the story narrated by the people that came out alive from the cemetery. I recollected how one of them narrated how they were tortured before finally losing a part of their body. One even explained how he mysteriously fell into a grave while trying to escape from the cemetery. He said he spent over 24 hours looking at the dead corpse in the grave he was entrapped in.

I was lost in a trance of confusion and fear when I suddenly fell into a swamp. Then I started sinking inches by inches, seconds by seconds with no one nearby to help me, to pull me out of the dark swamp.

To be continued.

Nice one op,dis story got me in my horror mode.

Finnestgreat:
Nice one op,dis story got me in my horror mode.

Horror mode indeed

Chapter 5
I started struggling zealously to get out of the swamp alive. I was still struggling when I remembered that struggling will makes me sink faster. I tried to lean my back on the swamp surface to depreciate the rate to which I’m sinking, but it seems like the swamp wasn’t ordinary because I kept on sinking faster.

Hot sweat of death cold death started emitting out of me. Fear of death has enveloped all my body. Since I came into this boneyard, I experienced happy mood only once, when I saw the money in the grave. All the rest of event happening were closely related to three things, death, death and death.

The swamp swallowed my feet, my legs, my waist, my chest and my shoulders. The only remaining part of my body outside is my head and my two arms which were just five inches taller than my head. The swamp has now swallowed up my mouth. I know that I’m going to die in this spiritual swamp anytime from now. I started breathing hot air as the swamp absorbed my entire mouth remaining only my nose, eyes and two arms above the swamp. I kept on sinking until I breathe my last, the swampy mud entered my nose then forcefully closed both my eyes. I raise up my hand as if I’m expecting a help.

I was just 10 seconds away from embracing the warm weather of death when I felt the touch of a stick on my hand followed by a voice. ” Grab the stick, grab it quickly!” was what I heard.

Without wasting time, I grabbed it immediately and held my hand tightly on the stick like someone holding ticket to heaven. The unknown helper started dragging me out of the swamp with all his effort. He placed me on the ground immediately he pulled me out. I couldn’t see him clearly because of the mud on my face, the mud obstructed my sight.

“Please can you get me water to clean my face, the mud is irritating me” I explained to him”.

The man didn’t even reply by talking or gesturing, he just stood up and just headed to an unknown direction to get water. I was still waiting for him to come back when the reality that I’m still in the cemetery struck me really hard. I whispered silently where I sat and the deadly narration of the thief that came earlier flash on my mind again. I was still lost in thought when I heard a sound of approaching feet coming towards me.

“It’s the person that helped out of the swamp earlier” I muttered to myself without showing any traces of fear.

Normally, I don’t expect anyone to be in the boneyard in that middle of the night except I and some imaginary ghost, “But the person that helped me out when I was about to die does not have the intention to kill me” was the resolution I settled with, I didn’t remember the part narrated by those that came earlier that “they prefer torturing their prey than killing them”.

“Take, this is the water” the unknown helper tried to implore me to collect the water from him.

Without hesitating, I collected the water from him to wash my face.
When I dipped my hand into the water, water I felt was unimaginable, I knew instantly that the water is not of this world.
I rubbed the water on my face to rinse the dirt away. I spent two minutes to wash the thick mud off my face and place the water on the ground. I tried to dry my face with my cloth but on touching it, I realised that I just came out of a swamp so certainly the cloth will be the dirtiest cloth on earth at that moment. Then I looked up to ask the person to lend a cloth to use, but what I saw sent a hot trill down my body.

Standing before me was the same man that buried himself earlier, the man that I had wronged earlier by giving a hard uppercut because I wanted to escape, now I’m standing before him and was waiting to see the next thing he will do.

What do you think he would do?

Let's the comments roll in, not NEXT PLS.

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Next pls

oluspicy:
Horror mode indeed

lol

Nice update

Nice work OP.

hmmmmm I am already agitated ooo

Chapter 6
Immediately I discovered that it was the man I punched earlier, I started urinating, stooling, farting and doing other kind of irritating things. I wanted to run away again, but it seems like the man has glued my feet to the ground.
Then he started coming towards me slowly like he is deliberating on how to kill me. I closed my eyes and whisper something to God that created earth and heaven. He sat my ass down immediately he got to where I stood and also sat down silently beside me like a mother that wakes up her child in the middle of the night for a heart heart talk.

My heart started beating faster and louder. I can hear the sound of every single movement the heart makes. When he sat down, he moved closer to me to start a discussion, I could feel his hot breath on my skin.

“Hey calm down”, his thick voice sounded in my ears. That’s the first time I will be hearing another person’s voice in the boneyard. That moment seems like I’ve never in my life heard another person’s voice since the day I was born.

And of course, I thought I won’t hear another person’s voice again till I die because I’m not sure I will get out of that boneyard alive.

“Hhmmhmm!” The man took his time to clear his throat which signifies that he is about to start a long conversation.

“I’m not here to scare or chase you”, he started, “but I just want you to know that I’m here to help you get out of this place alive because you’re not the first person to come here. I’m the one that helped those who came earlier escaped even though they suffered”.

I twisted my face in disbelief and I guess he read my expression.

“You know”, he continued talking, "I’m the one that worked for the money you are here to take, but I’m unable to go to the world beyond because of that money, without spending the money, I can’t leave this boneyard” he noted emotionally.

The spirit that gave me that money is the same spirit that don’t want you to take the money, probably they want me to suffer here till Jesus come.

He looked at me with a pleading eye and beg me to get out alive with that money.

“But wait sir”, I spoke instantly with a disagreeing tone.

”Do you mean I should be concerned about taking the money over escaping alive. So you mean I should rest in pieces because you want to rest in peace” I can’t believe I was actually rejecting the money I came for.

“If that’s so...” I continued fuming. "Sir, you won’t rest in peace oo.”, I busted out angrily.

I don’t know if it was my tone that frustrated him or because I disagreed as he stood up immediately.

The atmosphere around me started changing, I could smell death more that the way I perceive aroma of boiling chicken or meat.
I stood up immediately after him in order to try and protect myself from any dangerous step he might take against me. I was still looking in his eyes directly when I heard a very loud gunshot.

”Kpaaa!!!”

The man fell down instantly with his head scattered on the ground due to the effect of the gunshot from nowhere. His brains and blood popped out of his skull.

I won’t believe it if someone tells me that a dead person can die, but looking at the scattered head of the dead and dead person before me, I knew that my days of running is about to end. I’m left alone now to face the spirit that has been scarring me since.

To be continued.

Your love of money brought this adversity on you, I'm here waiting for more sha

Chapter 7

I couldn’t raise my head to see the person who shot the gun. I was really scared to even make any movement. I just stood at the front of the dead corpse like a puppet and was expecting to receive a bullet in my head too. That’s the most merciful death I can get.
At that moment, my notion has extremely shifted away from escaping, my intention now is to look for a quicker and painless way to die. I don’t think escape is possible.

I was still looking down like a shy lady when the corpse before started moving. I was right and wrong at the same time. My assumption that the dead man is dead was wrong but my belief that a dead man can’t die again was right. I opened my mouth in awe. The dead man just stood up like nothing happened. He held his scattered head and started rearranging it. He was even dusting his shirt and trousers.

Now I don’t know what to do, I don’t want look at his regenerating head and I don’t want to look at the man who shot the gun. Closing my eye either is a bad option. I was still thinking of what to do when I heard a voice whispering, but also seems very loud.

"Come over, come here” was the word that kept resounding in my head. Then I shifted my gaze to the left to see the man that shot earlier. What I saw was enough to end my life that instance.

The man that shot was a direct replica of the man that just got shot down, replica of the man that was discussing with me all this while. He kept on waving to me to come over. The way he was gesturing to me seems like he’s trying to save me from an impending danger.

Do I have a choice? I quickly ran towards his direction, stepping on every graves on my way. I got to where he stood successfully and he led me to another place that seems like a safe house, a hide out.
He sat me down on one of the chairs and even gave me water to calm my nerves because of the way I’ve been running since. I won’t actually believe it if someone tells me that I will experience this that midnight. What also baffles me is that I’ve spent over 9 and half hours in that boneyard, but there’s no sign that morning will soon come.

After he realized that I’ve calmed down a bit, he sat down beside and cleared his throat just like the way his twin did earlier. Everything about the two was the same, even their voice.

"I know what you’ve been experiencing since”, he started with a manipulative tone. Everyone will believe every word coming out of his mouth.

"I heard all the things he told you”, he continued using the sugar coated tone.

"Everything he said was right except that he is not the man he said he was, he is actually among the spirit tormenting this place and I’m the real man that owns the money”.

I just opened my eyes and mouth wide open as if I want to swallow him. I don’t what to believe what he is saying. I just continued starring at him unbelievably.

"So what’s the assurance that you’re not a spirit too?” I asked to justify my doubt.

"You don’t have to believe me, he responded, but just follow me and let me help you to escape from this mysterious world.

“Wow, thank God I’m safe”, I murmured to myself.

His word sound so reassuring than his twin I met earlier, and his twin didn’t even offer to follow me out.

I was smiling happily and was watching him adjusting himself so that he can begin his mission to take me out. He was about to stand up when I heard another sound of gunshot, more louder than the previous one. The man before me, the man I suppose will help me out of this cemetery fell down immediately. His head was scattered brutally on the floor. His brains and blood also popped out of his skull.
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Do you have any clue of what's happening?

To be continued.

Op nice update but dis ur story get as e be oh.

Chapter 8

This time, I wasn’t scared to look at the person who shot the gun. I’ve already knew the person that shot the gun, but I decided to look up in order to satisfy my curiosity. Yeah, I was right. His twin was the person that shot the gun. Unlike the previous event, when the man gestured to me to come to him so that he can save me, this one doesn’t give a damn anymore. I guessed he already knew that I’ve known the truth about the lies he told me because he started shooting at me the instance he shot the man I was talking to. The first bullet hit me on the upper part of my left arm. The hand started bleeding immediately, even before he fired another bullet. I held tightly onto it and started running towards an unknown direction. I could heard his feet chasing me drastically. I couldn’t look back because looking back for just a second may spell doom for me.

And according to what Paul the apostle said, I kept focusing on “what’s before me not the things behind”. I can't even remember where that verse is in the Bible

He kept on shooting as I was running. And as I was running, my arms continued bleeding, I felt every flow of the hot blood that was streaming out of my arms. I started becoming weary, my feet started wobbling. The breath oozing out from my nose started becoming hotter every seconds. But the man chasing me didn’t show any sign of fatigue, of course, this is because he is an undead. He’s not a human like me.

After realising that I may collapse anytime, I quickly hide behind a big tree amidst some decorated burial ground. I started breathing rapidly like someone that was just rescued from drowning in water and I hugged the tree as if it will save me. For like 3 minutes, everywhere was silent like a valley, I didn’t hear any sound of gunshot. I didn’t hear any sound of approaching feet. Everywhere was just silent. I thought everything has ended. I thought it’s over. I kneel down beside the tree and started shedding tears of joy. What also confirm my assumption that I’m saved was the obscure light that begins to set in inside the cemetery. It seems like morning was already coming. I forced myself to smile a bit and increased the tempo at which I was shedding the tears of gratitude. I decided to move away from under the tree and continue my journey of escaping from the cemetery. I stood up, dusted my dirty trouser and set to leave.

I was about to go when a liquid dropped on my cheek from above.
I raise my head to see this unbelievable figure on the tree, starring directly into my eye with just a distance of one feet between our faces. It was another unknown creature and I guess he has been watching me since I got to that tree.

To be continued.

horror movie

xaviercasmir:
horror movie

i swear

Thanks for the update op

Chapter 9

If you describe what I saw as a snake, you’re right. If you describe it as human you’re right. His body looks slippery like a catfish, his finger nails were longer than those witches own. Immediately our eyes came in contact, he screamed at me, I almost died of heart attack.
I was shifted to the back because of the high frequency of his noise. Being 3 feet away from him now, I was able to see his body clearly.

He has a horn a on his forehead, his eyeballs looks like a crocodile’s eyeball, half of his body was human and the rest took a snake’s form. He just kept crawling around the tree.

I was still looking at the bizarre figure in surprised when I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind in the dark. Normally, I shouldn’t have stayed to scan his body, but fear stucked my feet to the ground. I looked back the seconds I felt the touch. At first, I didn’t see anything when I looked back because everything behind me was really dark. I continue searching for the thing that tapped me when I saw this crawling sneaking movement on the ground. Then I quickly looked up.

Lo and behold, the human snake was no more there. That moment was the first time I experienced a cold and hot temperature at the same time. I wish I came along with an injection that can kill me instantly. As I’ve been doing since, I prepared my leg and took off, I started running away. It wasn’t up to 4 seconds when the tail of the man tied up my legs. He started strangling my feet. The bones of my weak feet started quivering and shivering. I thought my leg will come off any minutes.

Ever since the torment begin in the cemetery, I’ve been praying to die, but believe me, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die at all. All the dying stuff I’ve been saying were spoken by the fear in me.

The snake kept on knitting my legs like a thread. I began to lose hope up of escaping or been alive. I was already going mentally and physically down when my hands touch a stone. A very big durable stone. Without wasting any seconds, I grabbed it and hit it on the head of the coiled snake. The stupid mouth he used to scream at me in pleasure earlier now screamed in pain. He released his grip immediately and use both his hand to hold his tail. I sprang up like someone that got bitten by a scorpions and started running like someone chasing a game in the bush. I continued running intensely to a place only known by God. I wondered how the 4 plot cemetery ground turned out to be 4 acres land. I was still running when my eyes caught a very bright light shining from a far place. What I saw was the perfect example of light at the end of the tunnel. I was really happy when I discovered that the place where the light was coming from was the entrance of the cemetery. I changed the course of my direction and headed towards the gate. I ran as if the place I’m running to is heaven.

I got to the gate successfully. I was surprised nothing stopped me while running, I thought I will drop inside one grave but no, nothing happened.

“So I will just escape without being hunt”, I whispered to myself.

With a dripping face and shivering hand, I held the unlocked gate tightly and opened it in one swing.

Wow, seeing outside at that moment was a miracle. The car, the houses, and the street looks so new to me. It was as if I’ve never seen anything like that before. Even the people walking hastily to their place of work looked strange to me.

I ran out immediately then turned to close the gate, the gate of torture and death. I picked the key from the ground and locked it sharply. I was really serious with the way I was locking it, I locked it in a way that even a fly won’t be able to go in or come out.

Then I turned back to navigate my way back to my house. I turned my back to behold thousand of old graves occupying all the land area my eyes could covered. Everywhere now looks so dark, darker than the earlier darkness. I knelt down like someone who just lose up because I’m still in a boneyard that is more scary, frightening and terrifying than the previous one.

I regretted locking the gate, I wished I’ve left it unlocked. I just fell out of the fry pan into fire.

To be continued.

Nice update op

Chapter 10 (QUARTER FINAL)

I started tapping my feet on the ground like someone trying to retrieve money from a debtor, I gnashed my teeth when I realized that I just locked the door to freedom. The boneyard that I was trying to escape from now seems like the safest place to hide. I knelt down and started looking for the key on the wet ground where I dropped it earlier. I dragged my palm on the ground like an addicted drug user, I didn’t stop searching vigorously until I found the key.

I stood up immediately, located the padlock and ignited the key into it then I turned it to unlock it. The key didn’t work at first, I thought it’s normal, like trying to open a lock the first time and even the second time may prove abortive, I tried the third, fourth and fifth time, but still, it didn’t work. As I was turning the padlock, I was pulling it back maybe it will unlock. After trying effortlessly for five minutes I knelt down on the floor to enjoy the cry of my life. I continued crying loudly like bush baby that lost his mat. I stopped after crying emotionally for 3 minutes, then I wiped my tears. When I looked up, brethren, you won’t believe what I saw. I found myself outside the gate again. Outside the boneyard, I turned my back and saw the it firmly locked the way I locked it earlier. Then I turned back to behold the car, the houses, and the street I saw earlier. It was as if I’ve never seen anything like that before. Even the people walking hastily to their place of work looked strange to me. Guinness book of record won’t doubt it that I’m the happiest man on earth that moment. I mean, I just escape from a deadly legendary boneyard.

What makes me more happier was the bike carefully parked in front of where I sat, and the money I came for was placed on it. I broke down to shed another round of tears, but this time tear of joy.
I sprang up and mount on the bike. I place the bag pack firmly on my back and zoomed off.

I twisted my face throughout my journey back home. I didn’t smile for a second. I almost hit a traffic warden controlling the traffic. The nigga tried to stop me. Everyone were just looking at me, they don’t know what I experienced last 12 hours. While they were sleeping happily in their house, I was running aimlessly in the boneyard. Well, I can’t blame them because they are not responsible for what happened to me.

I got home around 8am in the morning. I saw Quadri on his way to work. I didn’t even bothered to greet him or call him. I just looked at him like a strange stranger.
My behaviour startled him, I was about to enter my apartment when he stopped me.

"Bro, what happened, you didn’t even appreciate me for what I did yesterday” he said in annoyance.

"Thank God you arrived on time, I need my bike to…” I didn’t even let him finished before I threw the key at him. He continued asking questions, but I didn’t give him one answer. He left in annoyance after seeing my behaviour and rode off on his bike.

I entered my house and locked the door immediately. I didn’t even remove my dirty shoes, I just dropped the heavy bag on the floor and slumped on the bed to have a nice sleep. I slept off 5 minutes after. I woke up around 2 in the afternoon. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a bath. I spent over 1 hour to refresh my body. I prepared a hot soft yam and fried egg. I ate as if I’ve not eaten in thousands years. The taste of the food I’ve been eating for years now tasted so strange and delicious. Since I’m a millionaire now, I didn’t even bother to go to work nor inform my boss about my absence.

I relaxed for three hours after eating. I read some newspapers and finally fell asleep some minutes after 9pm. I really had a nice sleep accompanied with a nice dream. I dream of how I gave Quardri 3,000 naira out of a million naira. In my dream, I used the money to buy a big house and I also start a big business in my dream. I was living life to the fullest. I was woken up by a pain on my shoulder, it was as if I slept on a bare floor. With my eyes still closed, I made a long yawn and stretched my body to shake off the drowsiness. Then I turned my body to stand up from the bed.

I was stopped by the ignition I saw on the front of the bed or the grave “In loving memory of Pa Micheal”.

That was the moment I discovered that I have been hallucinating. The bike I mounted on, the traffic warden I saw, even Quadri were all hallucination. I’m still in the cemetery.

To be continued.

Ah op dis ur main actor don suffer but still thanks for d update.

Finnestgreat:
Ah op dis ur main actor don suffer but still thanks for d update.

Chai! See wetin greedy man eye dey see. Thanks bro for this more please

Chapter 11 (SEMI FINAL)

I yawned happily and stretched my arms joyfully. In my dream, I have planned everything I will do with that money. My joy knew no bound. The thought of owning a million naira filled my heart and soul. My plan that morning was to get up from bed, take my bath, brush my teeth and dash off to the bank to withdraw my recent salary. As the latest millionaire in town, I need to go for some shopping, but I don’t want to touch the million yet. I was still enjoying my sleep when a pain on my shoulder woke me up. I was about to bounce of from the concrete bed when I saw the ignition, “In loving memory of Pa Micheal”.

I held my chest with my hands and move two steps to the back. I widened my eyes and re-read what I read earlier maybe it will change, but “In loving memory of Pa Micheal” was still written boldly on the gravel.

My expression suddenly became lifeless, dull and boring, all the joy have been experiencing since disappeared. A sad reality overshadowed my expression. I sat down beside the grave silently and bow my head. I don’t think running is an option because I’ve been running since and yet there is nothing to show for it. I just placed my head conveniently on the grave and wept silently as if I’m mourning the person inside the grave.

It was that moment that I discovered how much I can sleep. In that horrific situation, I doze off while crying on “Pa Michael”s grave. I was still enjoying my sleep when a tap on my shoulder woke me up. I jerked up instantly like a wounded chicken and gaze around to see the person that tapped me. But I didn’t see anyone, all I could I see was just darkness, then I heard a coarse voice emitting from the darkness.

"If you want to be saved, follow this firefly beside you, our leader need want to see you!”.

And according to what he said, the fly started to fly to one direction. I was able to see it clearly because of the light on her bottom.
The firefly stopped after flying for 17 mins, then I heard shrink voice from an unknown source speaking. "Welcome to our midst… bla bla” he was just blaring nonsense for 5 mins before ending it with a stupid dry cough and laughter. I’m not really scared as I was earlier because I’ve seen things scarier than only voice, so a voice cannot startled me. I just hissed and turned to go back because everything he talked didn’t correlate with my freedom, they rather wanted me to live with them. I haven’t made a 90 degree turn when a heavy slap landed on my face. The people I didn’t see earlier now became visible. The man was 7 feet tall, bigger than bouncer. I think I really annoyed them because he didn’t waste time before pointing his sharp spear to my heart. He stabbed my chest in a second. The spear was about to penetrate into my heart when I was woken up by the ray of light that bestowed on my face. I opened my eyes to see the shining light of a bright and precious morning. That “morning” may not be precious to others, but to me it is a gift.

It added 50% to my 3% chance of escaping. With the light, I can navigate my way out of the boneyard easily. I thanked Pa Michael’s grave for protecting till daybreak and stood up to find my way out of the place. I haven’t taken ten steps before I felt a spiritual breeze on my face. My vision started becoming dimmer and dimmer till I couldn’t see anything again. Then I realized I’ve been blinded. What came to my mind was the story of the first escapades that lost some part of their body, mine was no different because they’ve taken my sight. There’s no way I’m escaping from this boneyard.

My 53% of escaping turned to 0.0% immediately, then I opened my eyes to face reality. Oops, I’ve forgotten, there’s no eyes again.

To be continued.

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Mad update op

Chapter 12 (FINAL)

Of course, I lost my sighting sense immediately I felt the breeze on my face, the only active sense left to navigate my way out of the boneyard is my hearing and touching ability. I prayed and cried silently in my heart. I’ve lost the energy to even talk. I knelt down on the ground and started tracing the way with my palm. I do this to avoid hitting my leg on something. I haven’t walked far before I heard some people banging the gate forcefully. With a loud thud, the gate opened and I heard some feet coming towards me.

“Yeah, officer this is him, this is the man I heard screaming all this while” I heard a feminine voice speaking. While going to the morning prayer this morning.”

She continued "I heard his scream twice, I first ignored him, but while coming back again, through the transparent gate, I saw this man sitting on the grave, so I couldn’t approach him, that’s why I called you” she explained to the police.

I was really happy that the gate is the kind that look like burglary metal, people can see through it easily, but I was sad that she didn’t call the police during the midnight to arrest me, I would have happily go to prison. But I realised at that moment that they were able to come to my aid because I’ve lost my sight, I’ve lost a part of my body. According to the testimony of people that came to the boneyard earlier, they lost some part of their body before escaping from that place.

They first ordered me to stand up and I did, it was when they told me to come to them that they realised that there’s no more sight to see them. One of them came to me and held my hand. They helped me out of the cemetery and push me inside their van. They were about to take off when I remembered my friend's motorcycle.

"Officer please wait” I tried to stop them, "I parked a motorcycle at the back of the boneyard, can you please help me take it, the key is there”.

“Okay” one husky voice replied me.

The officer got down and I heard him running to the back of the cemetery, we waited for five minutes before I heard his approaching his feet.

“Young man, there’s no motorcycle there and please don’t waste our time” the man informed me.

The news left me flabbergasted, no bike, no money. I came here to steal a money but the bike I borrowed was stolen in return. The thought of how to refund Quadri filled my mind but not as much as the thought of what to do to my sightless eyes.

They took me to their station for interrogation, they spent one hour asking for how I got to the cemetery and what I went there to do, and I spent one hour lying to them. They bought and embraced all my lies but put my freedom on one condition, I can’t leave the station unless someone come to bail me. Of course, I cannot go home alone, with a blind eye.

I cannot let any of my family members know about my situation, so I don’t have choice than to call my friend Quadri to come and bail me out.

I begged one of the police officer to help me dial his number, thank God I know his number offhand. He dialed his number and gave it to me, I cooked up a story for him and he arrived at the station 30 minutes later. He was directed to where I was, immediately he arrived, I was expecting him to ask for his bike but he didn’t. We talked for some minutes before he bailed me out.

Throughout the time we were discussing he didn’t notice that I’ve been blinded. He was about to go out when I beckoned to him to come. He was surprised when I held his shoulder and started walking slowly behind him. I’m sure that there are thousands of questions he want to ask, but I told him that I will explain everything when we get home.

My expectation was to hear him stop a bike, but I was surprised when he told me to mount on the bike. Which bike, my heart started beating faster.

“Which bike” I asked out of curiosity.

“My bike nah, the one you borrowed” he clarified.

I fainted right on the spot.

Till today, I’m still wondering if I’m still in or out of the boneyard, even when my eye opened, I continued doubting if I’m really out of that place.

Thanks for your time reading this piece, keep your fingers crossed for more.

I appreciate you all.

~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~

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