BLOOD LIVES HERE

Eyes wide open in the middle of the night, Ludo was horrified with whatever bad dream she was having. She tried to move her head but to no avail. She could only move her eyes. She could see most of the things in her room but couldn’t reach for them. She usually slept with her bedroom door open. She tried to scream but her voice failed her. The more she tried to move, the difficult it became. She felt a presence in the room and became even more afraid. Her eyes shifted to the door in hopes of seeing her mother coming to her aid. She saw an ominous shadow at the door peeping. In seconds, she felt a weight pressed against her body that she failed to breathe. Her body was paralyzed and there was no way to fight the paralysis. “Ludo!” Her mother shouted entering the bedroom. Ludo saw her mother sitting beside her but she still couldn’t move. Her mother just sat there and watched her. “Mother,&rdq

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him. His phone rang. He looked at it feeling his heart pound. He answered and remained quiet. “Hunter!” A man’s voice answered on the other end of the line. Hunter didn’t say anything. “I can feel you breathing and from the looks for it, you are scared Hunter,” the man said. Hunter restrained himself not to say anything. “Well, let me get to the point,” the man paused and coughed. “I kno

Zamiwe walked into the living room throwing her hand bag on the floor and herself on the couch. She put her legs on the table as she exhaled heavily.“What a day!” She sighed. “Ludo!” She called.She was very tired that she dosed off within minutes of sitting down. “Anybody home?” Joe asked as he entered the living room.He was equally tired from his trip. He saw Zamiwe sleeping on the couch and memories flashed back. He remembered how good they were together before Ludo’s sickness kicked in. They were a small happy family. He walked to her and sat beside her. He looked at her and smiled. Her face was covered with her hair. He moved the hair to the side. He was looking at her face clearly now. She was still as beautiful as ever. If only she could have been this beautiful even when she was awake, perhaps they could have been happy but behind this sleepy innocent face was a nagger.She felt him

Ludo entered a room. From a distance, she saw a round table. A voice called her to sit. She hesitated but another angry voice ordered her to sit down. As she walked to the table, she saw four people seated but couldn’t see their faces. She felt sweat on her forehead but couldn’t wipe it, her hands were suddenly tied. She looked at the figures in front of her but the moment she sat down, she stopped hearing their voices but could only see their heads move. There was a blood stained knife on the table. She felt something move behind her. She wanted to shout but couldn’t. One of the figures in front of her stood up and started walking to her. She felt something hairy on her shoulder. Her body was filled with goosebumps. She slowly moved her head to check it out and it was a tail. The figure coming towards her and picked the knife from the table. She heard a silent roar and knew there was an animal behind her; not just any animal but a vicious one. The animal lurked behind her. Using he

“So how was work mom?” Ludo asked Zamiwe. “Great my daughter,” Zamiwe smiled as she passed Joe a plate of veggies. “How about you dad? Business?” “So far, it's doing well,” Joe answered. “How was your day?” “It was fine. Boring for the most parts,” Ludo chuckled. “What did you do?” Zamiwe asked. “Nothing as usual. I just watched TV,” Ludo sighed. “I wanted to apologize for the way I talked to you two the other day.” “It’s okay sweetie, you apologized already. We saw the texts,” Zamiwe looked at Joe, smiling. “Yes baby, we saw them. And we are glad you felt bad about it. We weren’t upset with you; we were just worried,” Joe added. “I know. I’m sorry; it will never happen again.”   Ludo and her parents were having an early supper. Zamiwe and Joe had discussed that they should be spending more time with their daughter. They were willing to put their differences aside for Ludo. They wanted to be