Hunted – The diary of the corper across the Benue River | Episode 2


This entry is part 7 of 10 in the series Hunted

Last Updated on June 10, 2018 by Memorila

When Bashir, a corper serving in Benue state, employed tricks to ensnare a colleague, he ended up being the one that was trapped. Hunted has lessons to be learnt and anecdotes to be connected with. The story shows Gwa Doohemba at his best: suspense

THE NIGHTMARE

May, 30.

I didn’t sleep soundly the previous night because it rained all through. The thatched roof of the hut was leaking. The hut was among other six in the compound that was the corper’s lodge that was located across the Benue River.

I lie calmly in my bed with a blanket over my head patiently waiting as I counted my heartbeat knowing full well that my eyelids will soon close completely and send me to a dreamland. It did shut but it must have been almost immediately that I opened it again. I was awakened by a faint voice that was more of a whisper but still I heard it. Then it came again, this time sounding like brisk wind. Whatever that was, it succeeded in getting my eyes cleared of any sleep that got me highly intoxicated. I lay still now, listening to the sound. I lied on my back staring at the roof. The room was so dark that I could hardly make out any object in it. I couldn’t even remember where I had put my phone that I would have used to see in the dark.

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Just when I was trying to relax, I jerked from the bed as a sound escaped my mouth. I heard my name been pronounced in the darkness. It was very close to my ears. I waved my hand in the air to see if I could come in contact with whoever was playing tricks at me. I found nothing but something dropped at the other side I knew the window was. The window was closed so there was no way light could pour into the room. The sound of whatever that fell sent the hairs on my skin standing erect and had my breath caught in my chest and suspended. It was a cold night but even without touching my forehead, I felt it was crowded with beads of perspirations. It was confirmed when a bead fell into my eye; it was as though pepper was poured into it.

The silence in the room was deafening to the point that it felt as though drums were been beating in the room, and then I saw it coming!

I couldn’t make out what it was. All I can say is that it was shapeless and formless. I knew it couldn’t be any other thing but a monster. The monster had long fingers on its hands and it was coming towards me. It was not walking for I saw it moving as though it was moving on air. I leaned against the wall supporting my bed that it could have been mistaken for a comforter. When I couldn’t take it anymore was when the monster tried to cover me with a thick black blanket it carried in its hands. I screamed and ran out of the room in frenzy. I couldn’t tell how I found the door.

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I met a yard that was dead of activities. There was nothing in sight. The moonless night made it seems as though I was in a bottomless pit. It took me a moment or two to realize I was on fours and panting like a dog only that my tongue was not out. Scared, I began to crawl to a place I ascertained to be safe.

I had crawled for a few yards when my hands touched something that was as slippery as an eel, taking it to be a snake I screamed and must have fainted for when I opened my eyes I found myself on a hospital bed where I learnt I was brought down with a high fever and must have been hallucinating, but it felt so real I could have given my soul to say otherwise.

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Gwa Doohemba

Doohemba Gwa is a young writer. He writes mostly novels and short stories and once in a while dives into poetry. His work has been published in 'Telling our Stories', an anthology of new Nigerian short stories published by ANA Kano. He was also published in Daily Stream newspaper as poet of the week on Friday, November 20, 2015 issue.

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