Chapter 8: Lagos No Dey Carry Last
That moment, my brain just blank.
Na so fear jam confusion. I dey try remember Quran verse, but my mouth dry. Na which kind wahala be this?
Who be the woman wey die for stairwell? Why she die there? Who kill am?
Na question dey pour for my head. I dey remember say estate get one story about woman wey thief neighbor phone—dem never see her again. But this one pass ordinary gist.
Wetin fear me pass—why the phone wey call me for help dey her hand?
My hand dey shake. The phone still dey ring, but no answer. I dey sweat like goat for sallah.
E mean say na the dead body call me?
My mind scatter. This one pass my power. I dey reason make I run, but leg no move. Na only for Nigeria you go hear this kind story and people go believe.
How that one take possible?
Spirit fit use phone? Or na juju dey work for this estate?
Or... na the woman wey die for stairwell be the real owner of Room 14B?
My head dey spin. If na so, then who be the woman wey just enter Room 14B...?
I swear, for my life, I no go ever spoil person lock again. But as I dey turn to run, I hear my own voice whisper from inside Room 14B: "Bello, you never finish your work."