Take Me To Naija

THE WATKINS RESIDENCE WEST HILLIARD, 2005 HALLOWEEN Five students stepped out of a white minivan, as did their driver and teacher, Mr. Vincent, and walked up towards the large house on Amity Road. They walked up the remainder of the gravel driveway, holding their notebooks and pencils. One of the students carried a voice recorder and another carried the school-issue video camera. They were doing a project this Halloween – an interview that Mr. Vincent had been trying to secure since he started teaching at Darby High School four years earlier. It was an interview with Seth and Elizabeth Watkins, the elderly couple who lived in the big house on Amity Road with their caretaker, Valerie. The property on which they lived was the backdrop to a triple homicide the day before they were supposed to move into the house back in October of 1980. When the police arrived at the property that next morning, Jefferson Collins was still there and confessed to killing his three o...

Chapter Five Bianca had no idea what she hoped to achieve in life but if there was one thing she was certain of it was putting Sam Tucker behind bars for the rest of his miserable life and that is if she did not kill him before the cops got to him. He might have the charm, the rogue persona, the abs and the physique to trap gullible women but not her. She had also noticed how good he looked. Curly blonde hair, finely sculpted face and lips which begged to be kissed. But he wasn't her type and he would never be. Mj was tall, with a broad chest and black hair. Mj was a man who Sam couldn't hold a candle to. He was a hard worker and an honest man. As for Sam, she knew he was a low life and a criminal. Yet, she had extended an invitation to him. She wanted him to see what he had done to her. She wanted him to see Martha Faraday, a woman who had been so full of life six months ago and reduced to a vegetable within the blink of an eye. She wanted Sam to see how m...

Chapter 4 * continues* Sam knocked on her door, a wide grin on his face. He waited patiently, whistling. On the third knock, she opened the door, stared at him and banged it again. She had flour on her chin, her nose and hairline. She looked so delectable in a body hugging polo and tight Jean. He knocked on her door again and she opened it. Sam wondered why she was scared of him. She wiped her hands on her jean nervously and Sam could tell that she shivered for a second or two before she managed to compose herself. What was it about me that unnerved her? Did she watch the trial too? That was three years ago, could that be the reason she was always jittery around me? Sam thought. If she is so scared of me, why didn’t she send me away, call the cops or something? She walked out of the apartment and shut it behind her. “Hi, Bianca,” Sam said, grinning. “What are you doing here?” She asked brusquely. “I live here, remember?” Sam said with laughter. She blinked hard...

Chapter Four Bianca walked into the police station and asked of detective Arnold. He had been very kind to her in the past and he seemed to be the only one sympathetic to her plight. She was told that he wasn't around but she could see his partner, detective Ashwood. She was ushered into Ashwood's cozy office.He was a balding man in his forties with a mustache. His eyes seemed kind but his face wasn't. She couldn't read the expression on his face and it made her nervous. "You are welcome, Mrs. Faraday," He said, standing up to shake her hand." You may sit down." "Thank you," Binca said and sat down. "What can I offer you? Coffee or tea?" Ashwood asked. Binca ran her tongue over her chapped lips."No, I am fine. Thanks," "So what brought you here?" The cop asked. "Someone has been trailing me," She said, " He also had my late husband's locket on him. He seems to know where...

Chapter Three She ran out of the hospital like the devil was on her heels. She suddenly stopped and started laughing like a maniac when she saw her car key in her hand. She had forgotten that she had driven herself to the hospital. She knew she would soon be in an asylum if she continued on this path. I will have to pick up my car tomorrow, she thought. Bianca caught her reflection on the glass doors of one of the fashion stores by the sidewalk and stared back in shock. A stranger stared back at her. She looked like something the cat wouldn’t even drag in. She couldn't believe she was the haggard woman reflected on the glass doors. Her eyes were blood shot and her nose looked like a rat nibbled on it all night long. She ran her hand through her tangled hair and continued walking. She had that familiar feeling being watched and she gritted her teeth in anger. For Christ sakes! Who would kidnap you in broad day light and in the middle of a busy road? She asked he...

Chapter two Bianca was almost at her house when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She let out a blood curdling scream as she whirled around, her arms raised to protect her face. She slowly opened her eyes and found her neighbour, Tracy staring at her. She was a heavy set black American with the temper of a mule. But she could be sweet natured when she wanted. Bianca sighed and lowered her hands. “What’s up Tracy?” She said. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you alright?” Tracy asked. “Yea sure. I’m alright” “I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with my girls and I tonight. You know, girl’s night.” She said. “That’s…um….it sound like fun but I’m sorry I can’t tonight.” Bianca apologized, hoping Tracy would get the message and stop pestering her to socialise. “Alright,” She said. “Maybe next weekend?” “Yea sure, thanks.” Bianca readily agreed, hastily walking away. She took a long breath when her apartment came in view. She walked towards the door, her ...

Chapter One When the wind blows south will you remember me still? Do you still remember how you made me feel? Will your heart find its way back to me? Mj’s voice rolled into her ears through her headset. She would never get tired of listening to him sing, he had brought every of her songs to life. Mj had given her songs voice but he had lived too short. Bianca Avery knew she was being followed. She combed her hand through her honey blonde hair, took off her headset and looked around, surveyed the environment. Amos lane was a quiet neighborhood and the roads were often deserted. Maybe it was because of the tranquility of the street or the thoughts that danger could be lurking around that appealed to her. Bianca wanted to die but she was too much of a coward to take her own life. She had wanted to die ever since the day MJ was lowered to the ground. She had said in her head that he was too young to die, that he was selfish and that he had died without her. Every day ...