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Trixie Wrights Nigeria Student @ Yaba college of technology
In Literature, Writing and Blogging 2 min read
Paranoia?
<p>It was a Friday evening. I just got back from work. As I opened the front door, I was hit with the musky smell of the old house.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Phuuu," I sighed as I walked in, blowing  the dust of my fingers.</p><p><br/></p><p>I wondered why I was there again, looked around the barely lit room and shut the door. </p><p><br/></p><p>"Oh," I muttered as I remembered why. I wanted to get away from the busy life in the city. So, I came to my parents' old, abandoned, farmhouse.</p><p><br/></p><p>So much for that…</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned on the lights but the bulbs didn't work.</p><p><br/></p><p> "It's pitch black in here!," I thought.</p><p><br/></p><p>I reached for my phone in my bag, low battery, of course. </p><p><br/></p><p>"Where would I get power to charge this?!" I groaned audibly.</p><p><br/></p><p>Using the dim light from my phone, I navigated through the house sweeping away the cobwebs in my face.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm hungry," I thought, "What can I eat?" I asked. "I'll get some groceries, should be enough throughout my stay here".</p><p><br/></p><p>I grabbed my keys as I headed towards the door. It was going to be a long walk…</p><p><br/></p><p>I put my headphones on to avoid conversing with any stranger looking to pry.</p><p><br/></p><p>On getting to the store, I grabbed a cart. "I'll just shop for the necessary items".</p><p><br/></p><p>After walking through every aisle, I finally had all I needed. </p><p><br/></p><p>Just before I walked up to the cashier, I made one last stop, on aisle 12.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, I was finally ready to leave.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Got everything you need?," she asked.</p><p>"Yeah, I think. May come back for more."</p><p>"Great!" She replied. </p><p>As I unloaded the groceries from the cart for her to scan, I asked, "By the way, isn't there anyone to take care of the mess on aisle 12?. It's not very attractive" I questioned.</p><p><br/></p><p>She stopped suddenly, confusion and dread visible on her face.</p><p> </p><p>"There's no aisle 12"</p>

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