What happened here? I inquired. Maybe, Aunt Uka, her husband, and their daughter had a little family time before they headed for work. Ignoring the untidiness, I fell into my favourite couch, the same one I had sex with Philomena on for the first time. The sweet memory of that day came hitting hard; a fulfilled smile appeared on my face and blood ran down to my dick. I prayed on the bus to meet her at home, so I could have a feel of her warm breast against my chest and grab that ass as hard as possible.I was almost dozing off when I heard a sharp sound from upstairs. "I thought Khalid said there was no one at home, who are moving things up there?" I questioned myself and stood up to have a look.As I went up the stairs, I saw a black skirt on the floor. This brought me delight and also made me curious. Delight that this could be a romantic gesture but curious as to who owns the skirt because I haven't seen it on Philomena before.About three s

"Is this the same Philomena you are talking about?" he asked with his finger over her face. Fingers trembling with suspense, I slowly pushed his hand away to have a clearer view. I took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in my mind. Jesus! It was my Philomena, I was certain. She wore the same beautiful smile that spread even into her eyes, her hair flowing over her shoulders, and her chest still heavy, the loosed shirt she wore did nothing to hide it. My heart nearly stopped and it felt as though every hair on my body turned instantly grey. Hot tears burned my eyes."She slept one night in that same room you stay in now and never woke up. Some people said her husband must have used her for rituals but I personally didn't believe them. Her husband was a good man and…"He went on blabbing unaware of the storm he had set in motion within me. So, Nono, my little cousin was right after all. Someone really died in that room. So, I have been

"Yes," she responded as her eyes lit up with a shy smile. "He asked me to marry him when I became 12 with the most beautiful gold ring I have seen in my whole life. It happened beside a beautiful waterfall, the rushing sound of the falling waters, the cold breeze that washed over us occasionally, the cold water on our feet, birds singing from the ancient tree surrounding the waterfall, he was dressed like a Yoruba Prince and I dressed like a Queen. I accepted, there was no way I could turn all that down.After the marriage, I basically lack nothing and so did my family but he was possessive and overprotective. One time while in secondary school, a teacher flogged me and inflicted injuries all over my body. Mad with the teacher, I fell asleep and, in my dream, my spirit Prince promised to deal with him. The very next day he came down with a terrible sickness that could not be cured.His family consulted a particular chief priest who told them to seek my forgiveness. The

I woke up to meet a sheer blackout. The atmosphere was thick and dark as the devil's soul; the air heavy with water vapour. The floor felt cold and wet against my back. In the chilling blackness, I felt my blood turn comfortably warm, my eyes calm like in a nightly dream. The sound of dripping water could be heard all over. All around me the smell of stagnant water was thick and I imagined snakes and alligators and all manners of beasts creeping around."What am I doing here? What is happening? Where is this place?" I contemplated bringing my hands to my forehead to wipe the water off my face."Was I in a cave? How did I get here?" the last thing I remembered was laying to rest in one of the rooms in the church quarters after the prayers with Pastor Vivian. How then did I get to a damn cave? Could this be the handwork of Philomena? What have I done to get myself into the same boat with that demon? I questioned myself.After a while, I became aware of a white lig

"As I was saying" Amuwa continued "Both of them are connected to one man. The advance lady was married to the man, while the lady was his mistress. The wife found out about the affair and confronted the lady. It went into a dirty physical fight, filled with abuses and death threats. Two weeks later, the lady died after three months of pregnancy after a terrible illness. A month after, the wife followed after a terrible car accident, leaving the man with four daughters" Silas paused."Are you still there?" he inquired from me."Hmm" I nodded in horror with raised eyebrows. Picturing the story sent shivers up my spine. When my own father was in the mortuary, I refused to go to visit him; I know I would not be able to live with the sight of him in there."Alright, I thought you were asleep as you have not said anything since?""No, I'm total with you. Please continue" I encouraged him."We moved on, Amuwa got to another body, a male around his thirtie