Uhmmm.....

Alright let's start like this .....

My name is zina.

I moved into 14 Tudun wada,Gombe because rent was 30k.

It was what I could afford at that time tho;in the budget.

The caretaker said:"Don't stay past 3 years,3 months,3 days. And don't go near the mango tree at 3:17 am".

I laughed.

I didn't take it serious.

Saw it as a little joke.

3 months in,the walls started breathing.

6 months in,I found a name behind the wardrope: Amina 1962.

1 year in, there was a swing on the mango tree.

No rope. Just floating.

Strange.

Scary.

My heart sank.

The caretaker's words started replaying in my head like a tape on repeat.

The piano upstairs started playing itself.

A song I don't know,but my fingers do 

The front door locked.

And standing in my room,wet hair dripping,was a girl.

12 years old.

No eyes.

She pointed at me and whispered:" They're still counting."

She reached for my hand. Lights out........