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THE GIRL IN APARTMENT 7B (PART 1)
Men sha...
I still don't understand how some of you people carry complete strangers home.
No surname, no village people check, no "who knows this girl, just vibes and one pretty display picture. ๐
My friend Tobi did exactly that last Friday.
By 10 p.m, he tweeted, "Who's around? I'm bored" and one girl replied almost immediately, "send location".
The guy was smiling like person that just got approved for Canadian visa.
Thirty minutes later, the girl arrived.
Fine girl, soft voice and smelled expensive.
The first red flag?; she entered his apartment and said, "nice place, you finally changed the curtains."
Tobi laughed and asked, "You've been here before?"
She just smiled and replied "maybe in another life"
Both of them laughed and moved on.
Around midnight she said she was thirsty. Tobi went to the kitchen to grab malt and as he was coming back, NEPA did what NEPA knows how to do best. The whole apartment became dark.
His phone's torchlight refused to come on because the battery had died. He stood there for maybe ten seconds and then the inverter clicked. Light came back.
To his surprise, the girl was no longer sitting on the sofa.
She was standing beside the TV and facing the wall. Not the TV, the wall!!!.
Like someone waiting for punishment in primary school.
She called out his name, 'Tobi".
Her voice sounded normal.
He answered and she asked him not to look at the mirror.
Being a typical Nigerian, the first thing Tobi did was to look at the mirror but nothing was reflecting inside it. Not him, not the girl, not even the sofa.
Just an empty sitting room.
He blinked, looked away, looked back and everything returned to normal.
The girl was now laughing and said "You looked, abi?"
Tobi shuddered and suddenly remembered something, he had never asked for her name.
So he picked his phone and checked their chat.
The profile picture he saw had changed, It was no longer a beautiful girl in white.
It was an old black and white photo of six people standing beside a grave.
And the girl sitting in his living room was smiling in the middle.
The date under the picture read; 14 August 1989.
Tobi slowly raised his head.
The girl was no longer smiling.
She was staring at him and whispering, "How did you get my picture from the cemetery?"
Then somebody knocked on the door, three slow knocks.
KNOCK!
KNOCK!!
KNOCK!!!
But the girl whispered to Tobi,
"Please, don't open it."
To be continued...
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