Chapter 2

Again, it was that time of the year. This time, nothing felt the same. On the last New Moon festival there was only a whiff of tension in the air. This time, you could cut it with a knife. There was something about not knowing who was going to make it through the night that left even the calmest of men in unease. The gory sight in the fisherman’s boat with a semblance to the dark- est of nightmares didn’t help either. The village Mad Man had gone from the community lunatic to a treasured vault of wisdom, even if he had no insight to offer with regards to appeasing the girl.



Etinosa Obaseki
Sat, 4th Aug, 2018

A thrilling read! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Fri, 19th Oct, 2018

Bone chilling story definitely a tale rich in spice of African myth