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Episode 4 They went to the canteen with Jamil to eat during their lunch break and were watching the news when the topic of corruption came up. "Have you heard of the new programme introduced by the ministry of finiance?"Jamil asked. "You know I don't watch the news right?" "Well it is called the whitsle blowing,a programme aimed retriving back stolen money." "How does it work?" "If you know anyone who stole money from the government,all you need to do is tip the government about him or her;they even have an app.The good thing is that the whitsle blower get five percent of whatever money that is retrived and the person's identity won't be exposed to the public." "Are you serious?"Hillary asked interestingly. "See yeye question oo." "So if I tip the government about a seventy million dollar being stolen by someone at the top and the money is recovered,I will get five percent of t

Monday came fast,he arrived at the office early as usual and did some little work then plugged the earphone in the phone port and put it in his ear.He relaxed back on the brown leather chair and crossed his legs,with hands behind his head.He closed his eyes as he enjoys the music.The music stopped and a call came through.He opened his eyes, took the phone from the desk and glanced at the screen;it was his boss calling.He quickly removed the earphone,swiped and answered the call. "Good morning sir."He greeted,sitting properly. "Good morning Hillary,how are you doing?"A thick male voice asked from the other end. "I am fine sir."He replied adjusting the tie. "That's ok,come to my office when you're less busy."The voice said and coughed lightly. "I am not doing anything right now sir,can I come?" "Sure." "Ok sir." He said and ended the call. He dropped the phone on the desk and stood up,ente

Episode 2 TWO MONTHS AGO. The alarm clock sitting on top of the drawer buzzed again for the third time.He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his hand towards the clock and pressed a button,stopping it.He sluggishly crept out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.He on the light and took the toothbrush,laced it with a little toothpaste then put it under the tap,opened the tap,allowed water to sprinkle on it then closed the tap. He finished washing his mouth then returned the toothbrush back to it place.He removed his brief and tossed it away towards a bin and stepped into the bathtub. He came out of the bathroom minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist.He walked to the wardrope and opened it,brought out a pair of black jeans,a navy blue polo shirt,a white singlet and black brief.He dropped them on the bed then shuffled to a showcase and took out a belt,sneakers and a leather writstwatch.He dropped them on the bed then went and sat infront of the dressin

This is my second attempt of posting story on Nairaland. Theory X is a crime thriller,you will surely enjoy it. I will be doing a bi-weekly post;Thursdays and Fridays to be precise. All right reserved, no part of this story may be copy in any way without the written permission of the author. All characters are the imaginary creation of the author. Your criticism is welcome. Dedicated to my humble mentors who help shape my writing skills in one way or the other through your stories. TiffanyJ Kimkardashain bibijay123 Chumzypinky petermuller Chipappii stephenGee12 EvaJael ghostwritter marianneada SheWrites Lleigh Clemzy16 Jagugu88li, ladysuperb, queenitee, Lleigh, hadampson, haramedee99, girlhaley, creeza, ikombe, biafrabushboy, TheBlessedMAN Episode 1 Blinding lightening flashed in the sky,followed by deafing thunder;it was raining heavily. The nurses run around,closing windows of wards to prevent rain from getting to patients. The door burst open and a tall,slen

Episode 8 "Holly!” Kevin shouted. He stood to his feet fast and raced out the front door. Miller followed him outside The storm clouds had cleared and left a cold dampness in the autumn air. A full moon sat in the sky and illuminated the property in a soft, yet eerie glow. Kevin and Miller ran down the front porch steps and into the soggy grass of the yard. “Holly!” Kevin called out. She screamed again – it was coming from the backyard. Kevin sprinted down the side of the house and Miller followed close. “Kevin, slow down!” Miller yelled. As they reached the backyard, they saw a vivid glow radiating from inside the barn. Without hesitation, Kevin dashed for the barn and ran inside. The large black cauldron, layered in spider webs, was boiling. There was a fire spewing from a nest of firewood underneath it. Inside the cauldron was a black, bubbling liquid with body parts sticking out of it – the two officer‟s body parts. Miller ran in behind Kevin and wat

Episode 7 Kevin opened his eyes to darkness. He was lying on a hard wood floor, but he wasn‟t sure where. He sat up in a quick panic. “Hello?” he called out into the dark room. He could hear a low, sickly breathing coming from somewhere nearby. He stayed quiet and listened. Someone was in the room with him. He shifted his eyes back and forth trying to make out anything, but it was just too dark. “Holly?” Kevin whispered. “Holly‟s not here…” the sickly old voice cackled. Kevin waited a moment to respond and then thought he knew who he was in the room with. “Ms. Watkins?” “Yes…” she whispered. “Where am I?” Elizabeth didn‟t respond. Her breathing became phlegmy. Kevin didn‟t know what to do or say. He wasn‟t sure what was going on. Elizabeth finally broke the uncomfortable silence and quietly spoke softly to Kevin: “You know, there was a mass murder at a house on Roberts Road – the guy killed his family with an axe and then hung himself with a chain at the botto

Episode 6 Kevin swerved to avoid a collision, but his car jolted and the engine shut off. Kevin spun the steering wheel and the car slid sideways. Kevin and Holly braced themselves for impact just as their car smashed into the back of the other car. The windows on the passenger side shattered and Holly covered her head with her hands as the glass showered down on her. The airbag on the driver‟s side deployed and pushed Kevin back in his seat. As the white powder from the airbag disappeared, Kevin focused. He looked at his sister. “Are you okay?” Holly lowered her hands from her head and looked around. “I think so.” Kevin aggressively opened his door while grumbling under his breath, “Why on Earth did that guy just stop.” Kevin stepped out of his car and into the cold downpour. The driver‟s door on the other car opened and a man in a long coat stepped out. “Why did you just stop, buddy?” Kevin shouted. “It was an accident,” the man yelled back, “my car locked up a

Episode 5 Detective Miller sat in his office at the police station. He was staring at John Kelly‟s high school picture on the computer. There were enough similarities from the picture that reflected the muddy corpse at the park. It was definitely him, but how? Miller minimized the window on his screen and clicked into the next file. He selected all the photos in the file and opened them. Pictures of the other kids and teacher that died on that Halloween popped up – Ava, Mason, Melissa and Corey. Miller studied their faces and then reached for a folder on his desk. The phone at his desk rang. He glanced at the caller ID. It said: Watkins – Hilliard. He quickly picked up the phone. “This is Detective Miller,” he said. There was slight static on the other line. “Ms. Watkins?” The static would get louder and then subside to silence. “Elizabeth?” The static returned loudly and squealed. Miller pulled the phone away from his ear and cringed. He could still hear the stat

Westman sat in his patrol vehicle and searched the Internet on his phone. He pulled up a screen and spoke to himself quietly as he skimmed the article. “Her name was Raven…guilty of witchcraft in 1870, a year after Hilliard had been incorporated…residents, confused and scared by her dark practices, attacked her at her home on Halloween night and set her on fire…Raven ran into the cornfields where she burned to death… body never recovered…” Westman looked out the window to see if York was on his way back yet. There was no sign of him. Westman stepped out of the car and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He shut the door and put his hand on his gun holster as he started to make his way up the driveway. The air was getting colder and the cornstalks rustled as Westman walked along the side of the house. A loud „kaw‟ caught his attention and he looked up into the sky. He watched the pitch black raven fly overhead and land on the roof of the barn again. Westman gulp

Episode 4 The crowd at the Harvest Festival in the Hilliard Municipal Park had grown. As the day progressed, more and more people found their way to the heart of Hilliard to celebrate Halloween. An older man walked side-by-side with his granddaughter, holding her hand tight. They walked through a crowd of kids fighting with their fake weapons and up to an apple cider stand "Do you want a small one, sweetie?” the old man asked the girl. She nodded and smiled, showing off her teeth, which were stained blue from cotton candy. “Two small ciders, please,” the man told the young lady behind in the booth. “Grandpa, what kind of costume is that?” the little girl asked, tugging on her grandfathers track jacket. “Where, sweetie?” he asked, looking in the direction she was pointing. She was pointing at one of the ponds off the right, just beyond the festival barriers. He squinted to try and get a better look. Someone was wading through the pond towards the shore. “I do

Episode 2 Postal Supervisor, Nancy Harris, turned the corner onto Amity Road and drove up about a quarter of a mile where she saw Patrick Snowden‟s broken down truck sitting off to the side of the road. In the passenger seat of her SUV, twenty one year old Chris Potter sat with jumper cables on his lap. He was the young custodian at the Post Office, hired right out of a failed two-year stint at community college. “Whenever you want to make the jump to mail carrier, Chris, let me know and we‟ll get you started on the training,” Nancy said. “Okay,” Chris said. “Who knows? Maybe someday.” “It‟s a good job. It pays well.” They approached the broken down mail truck and pulled up behind it. Nancy looked in the rearview mirror to make sure no cars were flying around the curve behind them, and then got out of her car. Chris climbed out the side door and the two of them walked up to the driver‟s side of the mail truck. Nancy peered in the truck. The sliding door was open

Episode 3 " A witch?” Westman laughed. York looked at him with a serious face. “There‟s a lot you don‟t know about Hilliard,” he said. York knocked again, but no one ever came to answer it. “Follow me.” York led the way around to the backyard, walking in the grass between the house and the cornfield. The gravel driveway stretched around the other side of the house and into the back where there was room for more than one car to park. The lot was empty. Just beyond the gravel parking area was an old barn, gray and brown in color. The shutters on the front and sides were old and barely hanging on. The front door to the barn was opened, and inside the barn sat in darkness. The officers walked up to the barns‟ entrance and York noticed a silky spider web stretching across the entire doorframe. The web was huge, but there wasn‟t a spider to be seen. The loud squawk of a bird fluttering overhead startled the officers and instinct told them to duck. York looked up a