“What? What do you mean by we are in a danger hut?” Lauren asked, beginning to fear that they had just gotten from frying pan to fire.This was beginning to seem more like a dangerous journey and while that pissed her off, she knew she needed to go with whatever they asked me to do.“This is a hut where crazy crocodiles stay,” Nala responded in a low tone.“Crazy? Why are they called crazy?”“They sleep deeply, but the moment you wake them up with noise, they would track and hunt you until you're out of the forest. And that can make it difficult for us to focus on our destination here, and the little things we are to take note of. So, don't make noise.” She explained, and Lauren felt a cold chill in her spine.She wondered what she had gotten herself into.Lauren nodded her head and pursed her lips as tight as she could. There was no way she would want a bask of crocodiles after her. Not when she couldn't see with the blindfold on, which would also be a heavy burden on Nala.“As soon
Lauren’s eyelids fluttered open behind the blindfold as she gained her consciousness back. It felt as if she had been out for long, but there was no way she could find out."Oh, Lauren. You must be crazy for keeping up the blindfold stuff.” She said to herself, feeling so horrible.She guessed the old man must be tricky. Since he stays in a place like this he is someone they ought to be wary of.It meant he could have sent Nala out to get him an apple because he wanted to capture her. She felt a little doom, somewhere in her, because if he was a trickster, then she could be really in deep trouble.“By the way, where am I?” She asked herself. Right there, she realized that there was too much heat where she was, and when she tried to sit up, her head hit something wooden.Lauren then became alert and used her hands to feel her surroundings. No matter how far her hands wanted to reach, there was always a wooden covering, restricting them like she was placed in a box.Hold on. Could it b
“What's going on, Nala?” Lauren asked, in a low tone, and fear.“Whatever she says to you or makes you feel, do not believe her, neither should you put off the blindfold. Do not let her make you feel fear or it'll get real.” Nala said in a hurry, and then she heard a snap of a finger.Lauren covered her ears with her hands as it was piercingly loud. And out of the blue, she felt alone. She could no longer feel Nala’s presence.She was left alone, and the air was chilly. Also, it felt as if she was on a vast land that was dark but was illuminated by the moonlight.Then she heard a light, but echoing cackle“Where am I? Where's Nala?” Lauren asked, with a shaky voice.“Do you need to know when you can't see?” She cackled again. “Anyways, prepare to bade goodbye to the earth, because you will not live to see your loved ones and friends when my pet is done with you.” She threatened, in a way that sent fear down Lauren’s spine.Her heart skipped a beat in anxiousness.“Was she planning to
With her heart in her chest, she screamed. She was supposed to brace for impact, but her hands were outstretched, even though she knew they would break if they hit the ground first. Fortunately for her, she fell against someone, and they both fell to the ground, rolling fast down a hill. She could not even raise her hands or try to take off the blindfold.They hit large rocks, branches, sharp twigs, and thorns as they rolled mercilessly down the hill. Lauren only hoped that she wasn't with anything scary.Eventually, they rolled into water, and she opened her mouth, only for water to gush in, and choke her. She raised her head, and gasped for breath, taking off the blindfold hastily.Nala emerged from the water, and Lauren screamed.“It's me!” She said hastily, and Lauren took in deep breaths. “You scared me.” She replied, feeling her heart, still racing as fast as a racing horse.“I lost you. Are you hurt?” She asked, looking at Lauren, and Lauren looked at herself. There were scra
On Lauren’s side, she had also flashbacked to that time when she had just met Quincy’s godmother for the first time.For some reason, she badly wanted to be accepted by his godmother. She seemed like a really friendly, and fun person to be with; she didn't want to get on her bad side and be disliked by her. Also, since she wanted Quincy to herself, she had to at least, be on the good side of his godmother.Lauren got to her feet, immediately acknowledged her, and was surprised to find her legs shaking. Not even her fingers were spared from the tremble. They tightened on her dress. She was such a beautiful, and graceful woman. When she had walked in, her demeanor had come as relaxing, reassuring, and beautiful. “Welcome, ma'am.” She greeted them with dry lips. “I'm Lauren.” She said, not knowing what else to say. “Are you from this city?” She asked, with inquisitive eyes. “Yes,” Quincy replied before Lauren could get a word out, and it made a little relief trickle down her chest.
Lauren could not bring a word out of her mouth, but she was very nervous, not knowing what Quincy’s mother wanted from her.“Did she perhaps have a hunch that there could have been a lie in what Quincy said, about me? What exactly did she want?” Lauren thought to herself, fidgeting from inside.“I'll send for you shortly.” Quincy’s mother replied, and Lauren gave a smile. “I'll be expecting you, ma'am.” She replied, and Quincy’s mother nodded.“Tonight is going to be great. I can already feel it. The event celebration is in the air.” Gloria sang as they went up the stairs.“How big is it?” Lauren asked, out of curiosity.“Very big. The palace will be filled up. There will be lots of people coming in. The important people will fill the building, and the less privileged will be entertained outside. They will have a buffet, music, entertainment, and a fair share of everything going on inside. It's just that only trusted people are allowed inside. Lady Rose makes it so.” Gloria replied,
“Sounds? What kind of sounds?” Quincy asked, and her eyes seemed to fix into blank space, trying to explain. “Scraping sounds. Sometimes it feels like it's underneath my floor. Like there's a room underneath, and someone is just running something long and sharp over the ceiling which is the floor of my room. Also, I realized some things are not always the way I left them. Today, a knife was missing from the cabinet, and I was so scared that I could not even cook in the kitchen. When I went back this evening, the knife was on the countertop, and I never placed it there. There's also the case of the lights. I turn all the lights in the house off before going to sleep, but when I wake in the middle of the night, some of the lights are on, or is that you?”Quincy looked around, “I don't roam around the house at night, and when I do, I rarely turn the lights on. I know my way around the house fairly well.”Her voice shook, “Then who…? Could there be someone in the house like I think? Don'
Silence greeted them. Quincy stared down into the abyss before them, squinting his eyes, prepared to see Elise emerge before them with a gun that wouldn't fail her that time. Slowly, he took a step, and the staircase creaked loudly beneath him. It would give anyone time to prepare a gun. Large beams of light ripped through the thick darkness as the men turned on the torches in their hands. Another step— an even louder creak. Quincy descended lower and lower, and a damp and earthy smell filled his nostrils. The walls were peeling, and the floor was unswept. Lots of stuff he had dumped in the basement were coated with dust, and tangled with webs that were as thick as the dust themselves. Tables, chairs, barrels, an old guitar that lay unused, and more cobwebs hanging down the ceiling. Bertha sneezed, and Quincy turned. “I'm allergic to dust.” She said, and sneezed again, her eyes watering. “I think you should leave then,” Quincy suggested, and taking one large sweep of the bas