ghostly

and so the sound of their wails pierces through the night, each from the homes of their respective owner, their ominous sound pitched high into the silent night which in turn slapped me awake from my slumber - the growl, the groan and the moan, as if their souls are tied and connected together, like they are all seeing a familiar stranger through a single eye, as though an invisible has just walked into their midst. i sprang to my feet, gropped for my pen to subdue this fleeting feeling that suddenly took over me from my subconscious. I scribbled a lot, then scribbled a lot more before i sank back into sleep, the sleep that has now eluded me. Ghostly by: Jeremiah Anayo Nwugo Lagos Nigeria ...View all