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Dahrhex Nigeria
Student @ Akwa Ibom State Polytechnic, Ikot Osurua
Port Harcourt, Nigeria
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 2 min read
THE CHILD WHO CALLED ME “MOM”
<p><strong>Episode IV — The Old House</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>I didn't tell my mother about the message.</p><p><br/></p><p>If Daniel was telling the truth, she had already hidden seven years of my life from me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I waited until she fell asleep.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then I left.</p><p><br/></p><p>The address led me to a quiet street on the edge of town.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the end stood an abandoned two-story house.</p><p><br/></p><p>The moment I saw it, my heart began pounding.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'd seen this place before.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not in real life.</p><p><br/></p><p>In my dreams.</p><p><br/></p><p>I pushed the front door open.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Hello?”</p><p><br/></p><p>Nothing.</p><p><br/></p><p>The house smelled old and damp.</p><p><br/></p><p>I walked into the living room.</p><p><br/></p><p>A child's toy car lay on the floor.</p><p><br/></p><p>I picked it up.</p><p><br/></p><p>Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind.</p><p><br/></p><p>A little boy laughing.</p><p><br/></p><p>My voice calling his name.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Noah, slow down!”</p><p><br/></p><p>I dropped the toy.</p><p><br/></p><p>“No…”</p><p><br/></p><p>Another memory came.</p><p><br/></p><p>Daniel and me arguing.</p><p><br/></p><p>He was shouting.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was holding Noah.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then,</p><p><br/></p><p>A loud crash.</p><p><br/></p><p>Everything went black.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stumbled backward, breathing heavily.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone was in the house.</p><p><br/></p><p>I heard footsteps upstairs.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Who's there?”</p><p><br/></p><p>No answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>I slowly climbed the stairs.</p><p><br/></p><p>At the end of the hallway was a locked bedroom.</p><p><br/></p><p>I reached for the door handle.</p><p><br/></p><p>Before I could touch it, a child's voice came from inside.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Mom?”</p><p><br/></p><p>My entire body froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Noah?”</p><p><br/></p><p>The door slowly opened.</p><p><br/></p><p>But there was no one inside.</p><p><br/></p><p>Only a small wooden box sitting on the bed.</p><p><br/></p><p>I opened it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Inside was a photograph, a hospital bracelet...</p><p><br/></p><p>and a newspaper clipping.</p><p><br/></p><p>I picked up the clipping.</p><p><br/></p><p>The headline read:</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>LOCAL WOMAN KILLED IN MYSTERIOUS CAR ACCIDENT.</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>I looked at the photograph beneath it.</p><p><br/></p><p>The dead woman's face was mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then I noticed the date.</p><p><br/></p><p>Seven years ago.</p><p><br/></p><p>My hands began to shake.</p><p><br/></p><p>If that woman was me...</p><p><br/></p><p><strong>then who had been living my life for the past seven years?</strong></p><p><strong><br/></strong></p><p><strong>Episode V coming soon, stay tuned...</strong></p>

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