Friday evening settled over the estate like a thick, deceptive blanket of peace. The air was cooler than the previous nights, and for the first time in weeks, Felix found himself sitting outside with a glass of wine, the wind teasing the leaves while the night lamps hummed quietly. Three days of calm had done wonders for his spirit no shadowy figures darting past windows, no murmurs of strange noises, no cryptic threats sliding under doors. The compound was still guarded by officers at every corner, their presence now almost blending into the rhythm of the household.Detective Obasi’s car rolled into the driveway, headlights cutting through the dimness. Felix stood to greet him, already wearing a smile that looked almost foreign on his face after so many tense weeks.“Detective Obasi,” Felix began, extending a hand, “I want to use this medium to thank you and your officers for your support. For the past three to four days now, we haven’t noticed any suspicious movement no shadows, no
Monday started heavy — the kind of morning where even the birds outside sounded muted. Breakfast was eaten without a single spark of joy. Forks clicked against plates, coffee steamed, and nobody dared start a proper conversation. Cecilia passed Alex twice at the dining table, wearing a white short bum short and a black crop top. Her long hair fell freely down her shoulders, catching the soft morning light. Alex didn’t say a word — just scrolled his phone — but his eyes flickered once, briefly, before returning to the screen. By late morning, the sharp growl of a car engine broke the silence outside. Moments later, the doorbell rang, and Sandra went to open it. “Who are those?” Felix called from the study. Two familiar faces stepped in — Finn and Enzo, Alex’s longtime friends. “Alex! What’s up, bro?” Finn said loudly, pulling him into a quick, heavy handshake. “Man, you two,” Alex muttered, a small, reluctant smile tugging his lips. “You just stormed in like the FBI.” “Ha
Sunday mornings in the house had become a rare moment of calm, a fleeting breath in a week choked with unease and whispers. The air smelled faintly of fried eggs and freshly brewed tea. Felix sat in the living room with Florence beside him, their shoulders brushing lightly, a comfort they had learned to find in each other despite the storm that still brewed outside their gates. Cecilia sat opposite them, scrolling idly on her phone, while Alex lounged carelessly on the single chair, one arm draped over its edge. Sandra had rejoined her duties that morning whole and healthy now, her return adding a sense of normalcy they all secretly craved. “Movie time?” Felix had suggested after breakfast, trying to create an atmosphere less tense than the previous days. Soon, they were all in the living room, the television flickering to life. A film neither serious nor shallow it started off as harmless, drawing a few smiles, a few chuckles. Even Sandra, who usually avoided sitting for long when
Saturday evenings in the city carried their own mood: soft lights spilling from balconies, distant hums of traffic, and the quiet shuffle of people either settling in or preparing for a night out. Inside a modest living room, the clink of a wine glass broke the silence. “It’s been a while,” Sonia said as she set her glass down on the table, leaning back into the faded sofa. “How’s everything holding up?” Annabel managed a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I thank God… I’m breathing.” Sonia’s gaze softened. “I’m sorry about the way boss fired you. But tell me, what really happened? What did you do?” Annabel sighed, her fingers tracing the rim of her own glass. “Sonia… all I can say is that Florence is the one behind all these, for real. And my God will judge her.” “Just calm down, babe, you hear? Hope you’re good at least?” Sonia asked, studying her closely. “I’m fine. I’ve been writing applications to different companies since that time, but they just promise t
The scream tore through the house like a blade. “Haaaaaahhhhhh!” Cecilia’s heart leapt into her throat. Rebecca dropped her glass, juice splattering across the rug. Felix and Florence’s bedroom door flew open upstairs. Alex, still chewing from his food, flung his plate aside. They all converged on the same spot Sandra’s room. Cecilia was the first to reach the door, her fists pounding against it. “Sandra! Open! It’s me!” The door swung wide. Sandra stood in the middle of her room, her night wrapper half-loose, her chest heaving as though she had been running a marathon. Her eyes were wild, fixed on the window. “What is it?!” Florence cried, clutching her wrapper tight as Felix steadied her by the arm. “I… I saw it!” Sandra stammered, her finger trembling as she pointed toward the half-drawn curtains. “A shadow! Right there right at my window! It was staring. I swear, I saw it!” The room fell still. The faint rustle of leaves outside only made the air heavier. Cecilia
The next morning carried a strange heaviness, like the air itself was watching the house. The officers were still stationed at the gate, their rifles gleaming under the rising sun. The compound was quiet, birds chirping lazily, as if mocking the storm of tension that had become the new normal inside. Rebecca arrived just before noon. She stood at the gate in a simple lilac dress, her braids tied back neatly. Her smile was warm, but it faltered quickly when the officers crossed their rifles in front of her. “Sorry, madam, no visitors are allowed inside,” one of them said firmly. Rebecca sighed, glancing into the compound. “Please, I came to see Cecilia. Just a short while. You can even search me if you like.” The officers exchanged skeptical glances. Rules were rules. Cecilia, hearing voices from the window, rushed outside. She waved eagerly. “It’s my friend! Please let her in. I’ve been so lonely here. Please.” Rebecca’s pleading eyes met Cecilia’s, and together, their voices ov