I knew that finding those women who hawked drinks and sausage roll at this time of the night was going to be a difficult task. Most of them closed after the evening rush hour traffic. The weight of my laptop bag firmly strapped to my back slowed me down as I dragged myself through the night. It had been a very hectic week for me, and my team at the office. There were so much to do with so little time that I closed late on a Friday night.
The worms in my stomach must have danced azonto when I spotted the wares of a drink seller beside an abandoned baba ijebu kiosk. But the seller was nowhere to be found. Where are those lacasera sellers when you needed them the most? After I looked around and found nobody, I picked a chilled bottle of lacasera and I dropped the money in the container. I opened the drink and took a gulp. I was still savouring it in my mouth when a hand grabbed my waist from the back and tried to lift me up. I broke off the grip with my elbow spilling the drink in the process. I turned around to face my assailant. Her eyes shimmered like that of a hungry hyena and her arms were spread out like a goalkeeper prepared to save a penalty kick. An unkempt head of hair looking like a Versace logo, and mismatched combination of dirty rags were enough for me to ascertain her sanity. She must have sneaked out from behind the kiosk. Why tonight of all nights?
I figured I could make a fast break across the road to the other side. Everything happened so fast. I turned around, sidestepped the container of drinks, but missed my footing. I fell face down to the pavement. I turned around just as she pounced on me. I heard a cracking sound. Ha! My laptop. I tried to wrestle her off me, just then she flashed her dracula-graded set of teeth. A tremor of fear ran down my spine.
There is this popular believe that if a mad person bites you, you become mad instantly. I guess today I would know for certain.
She clung tightly to my left hand. She flashed her teeth and I knew she was about to sire me into madness. I pulled her with my right hand but she was too strong. I struggled frantically, kicking violently as her teeth sunk into my flesh of my wrist.
I screamed awake. I looked around me to establish where I was. I was relieved that there was no mad woman beside me as my senses took in the details of my room.
I didn’t get much sleep again till daybreak. See what all these #Endthestory entries have caused? I am very sure it is from one of the entries that the mad woman had jumped into my dream!