Short Story – Somto’s Thoughts (6)

The voice calls again, sounding like my sister which prompts a heavy sigh. Again, the voice begins to sound like my father. In between a few seconds, it sounds like my niece. I turn…..

There is a broken bulb hanging over the wall of the door mat, the entrance to my apartment starkly dark unlike other parts of the illuminated building. My lips are dry, and I damp them with my tongue. The wave of scare-mongering is meant to hold me but it hovers away. I feel fatigue wash over me, my legs quiver, struggling to support my weary body. 

I feel uneasy with palpitating headaches, I inhale a quick breath,soothing my aching muscles.

Shaking my head, I close my eyes, open them, hoping the figures are a figment of my imagination but they hover. A clear illumination by the moon accompanied by distant voices sings a melodious lullaby.When I look into the sky, the moon swiftly hugs the cloud, dissolvinginto totaldarkness. I stagger to the door but before I get there, my knees buckle, almost stumbling to the floor. The bulbs in the building blink and they go off. 

PHCN has terminated the power and the building grows darker than before. 

The voice calls again, sounding like my sister which prompts a heavy sigh. Again, the voice begins to sound like my father. In between a few seconds, it sounds like my niece. I turn, seeing an image of nobody, save for the sparkling image that hovers past. The voice sounds once again, coming through the door, sounding like my mother. There are goosebumps all over my skin, running temperature, and palpitating heartbeat.

Short Story – Somto’s Thoughts (5)

A woman stands across but I am oblivious of her identity. I take out my phone, at the time, and slot it into my trouser pocket. At second glance, the woman becomes conjoined bearing another image of a man. Their faces are familiar.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“Who are you, both?” the womanly voice corrects bearing a smirk on her face. Her voice is like Ma’s own.

“Ma,” I say. I don’t feel tipsy anymore. I only feel tired.

“Yes,” they reply.

I heard a second voice blend with the first, then I realized it sounds like Pa’s own.

“Wow! Pa,” I exclaim.

“Yes,” they reply smiling but their smiles are not genuine. 

Whenever I reply or ask one a question, they reply bearing the spirit of oneness. I move close to hug them but escape through their forms. I run towards the door, knocking and the spirits move like a rush of wind crackling in their state of formlessness. They seem to be my parents but I am scared of spirits in any form. They might also be the evil spirit that cried like animals in the night, and I don’t think my parents will disturb me if they are them. The door creaks open, flashes sear into my face. The person behind the light speaks and I realise it is my sister, Nkoli. She is disappointed in me for getting drunk again. I stagger into the living room, fall to the ground and she bolts the door.

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