skarlett:
Hmmmmn, this is scary but I'm following

[b]*THE PRESENT*
It was a bright night with the half-moon fully out somewhere in the city of Ib. Kola and his wife, Sandra were walking back home holding hands with their 6 years old daughter bouncing happilly between the two after taking a walk in a park near their home to mark their eight wedding anniversary as was their practice annually. They got home, noticing the front light off with the rest on.

Kola hesitated a bit before saying; 'i can remember switching on all lights before we went out, so why is this not on now?'

'It may be that the bulb is deficient. We've not replaced it for a long time. Let's go in, darling,' replied Sandra.

.Kola shrugged and inserted the key into the door's lock unlocking it. As he turned the knob and pushed the door opened, something hard was rammed into his skull causing him to black out instantly. He regained consciousness to muffled crying from behind him. His hazy brain cleared immediately recognising his wife and daughter silent cries. He tried to stand up but couldn't. His hands were tied together and a rope bound him, his wife and daughter together tightly. His mouth had been taped also. He resigned to fate with tears streaming down his face. His fear doubled when he saw the perpetrator some metres away brandishing a knife. He wore black all through with his face hidden behind a mask. He was not too tall and looks young. The perpetrator brought out a note and wrote some things down, then came over to him, slashing his throat with the knife. His eyes widened as his already swollen head hits the floor. His wife and daughter fell along with him since they were tied together. As the energy drained out of him, he could hear muffled cries of pain and agony from the other two people that matter to him. The perpetrator had slashed their throats too. The last thing Kola heard was the perpetrator giggling.[/b]



Criticisms and encouragement, please. Anybody that read this should please drop a comment. Thanks in advance.

[b]WARNING
THIS STORY SHOULD NOT BE REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT THE AUTHOR'S CONSENT.

THIS IS A PRODUCT OF SHITTU HABIB AND IS TOTALLY A FICTION.



CHAPTER 1
*FLASHBACK*
ALEX
He wailed continuosly 'dad, not you. Please don't go, stay with me.' He shook his father's body repeatedly but got no response. There was no one to restrain him. His father just died of cancer right in his front and he couldn't do anything about it. The 17 years old Alex had really gone through a lot in life. His mother died at his birth. Due to the incident, his father hated him from birth blaming him for the death of the person he loved the most, then started drinking. At secondary school, he was maltreated by the teachers, ignored by his mates. There was noone to talk to, noone to lean on when distressed, noone to call a friend. The father he grew up to care about despite being a drunkard who hated him is also now dead. He wiped his tears away with his arm then flexed his knuckles and made a decision. That decision will forever affect his life.[/b]