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Strange Experience – A short story by Idris Ahmad

Idris Ahmad writes about a horrifying experience he had, outside his home, in the middle of the night that sent fears down his spines…

Strange experience by Idris Ahmad
Strange experience by Idris Ahmad

I started to go to school when I was three years old at Iman Secondary School. The first day that my parent took me to the school, I cried for very long hours. But the other day, I didn’t cry because the school started to become a part of me.

When I was in primary one I had no friends because I always knew what our teacher taught us and I always scored 100% in every single test of every subject. The only subject I had problem with was English language. But as time goes on I started learning that it was a simple subject.

My father always comes to pick me when we closed from school, because we lived very far from the school. It was while I was in primary two that I started to have friends, because by then my friends have understood that I was serious about my studies. When I am at home, I spent my days doing my homework and I played less. During holidays, we travelled for sightseeing with my father to places like Yankari Game Reserve in Bauchi and the likes.

On sighting him, my legs began shivering. I started jabbering at anyone who is nearby. The thought of sudden death ran through my mind, and the world appeared a precious, treasured place. I imagined my own funeral, and then shrank back at the implication of where my thoughts were taking me. My stomach felt strange. My palms were clammy, my sense of security screamingly absent.

One night when I was sleeping, I woke up in the middle of the night and walked outside the house. As I passed through the gate I heard a squeaky voice. A diminutive middle-aged man came out from behind the trees. He held a toothbrush-sized stick in his mouth, digging into the crevices between his teeth. He was bare foot; wore a blue batik shirt known as bassage, swagger black trousers and an embroidered skullcap.

On sighting him, my legs began shivering. I started jabbering at anyone who is nearby. The thought of sudden death ran through my mind, and the world appeared a precious, treasured place. I imagined my own funeral, and then shrank back at the implication of where my thoughts were taking me. My stomach felt strange. My palms were clammy, my sense of security screamingly absent.

After a while, when I started regaining my sense, I looked at that man very well. I saw that he was my brother!

Idrees Ahmad, an SS3A student, wrote from Iman Secondary School, Sharada Phase III, Kano.

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This was an entry for the Kidszone Awards for Young Writers (2015). Entries for the 2016 edition is now being collated.

Are you a student, 18 years and below, who loves writing? Now is your opportunity to shine and get rewarded. You can partake part in this competition by sending Short Stories, Poems, Jokes, Analysis on Current Affairs to info@memorila.com to stand a chance in winning.

Event takes place on November 5, 2016 in Kano state, God willing. What are you waiting for? Start writing and sending….

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