1 LAST NIGHT WITH HORRORIA

In the midst of confused thoughts, the light switched on again! I was determined to grab the light after the count of five. The moment I stretched forth my hand to grab the light, it went off again and my hand landed on what I guessed was the body of a human being. I screamed my strength out, and it was as if something held me to the floor; I could not move.

I tried to crawl away from the unknown body, but a cold palm gripped my left wrist and force me to sit. I was already dead on the inside; I was totally in another world, the world of the deceased. As I sat on the floor, a tiny female voice said 'my name is Horroria'. I could not wait for another second, though it was dark, I ran as fast as I could. I had no idea of the outcome of running away, but I did not stop.

After running for a while, I had to stop because I was not breathing well and my legs could not run any more. Where I stopped the race was where sleep took over my weary body. By the time I was awake, it was morning already and I was glad. I made up my mind that that would be my last time sleeping on the streets and in uncompleted buildings.

(c) Olaitan Maryam Mojisola