THE DAY I DIED AND NOBODY INFORMED ME 💀

The Man in My Video If somebody had told me that I would spend a Tuesday morning investigating my own death, I would have asked the person whether they had taken their drugs But there I was Standing by the roadside, holding a loaf of free bread, staring at a video of myself that I had never recorded At this point, I had three options One, go to the hospital and check whether I was mentally okay Two, go to church and pray against whatever spirit was disturbing me Three, go home and slap my younger brother for already planning to inherit my belongings I chose option three Family first 😂 I turned to Tunde "Guy, let's go to my house." He looked at me as if I had invited him to enter a burning building "Your house?" "No, my village square. Of course, my house!" He swallowed "Guy, I don't think I can follow you." I stared at him "Tunde, you followed me to collect money from my uncle when he won a lottery. You followed me to three different restaurants because you wanted free food. You followed me to a football viewing centre when you didn't even know the two teams playing." I moved closer to him "But today, when I need you to help me investigate my own death, you suddenly remember that you have a family?" He looked away "Guy, things are different now" "DIFFERENT HOW?" He pointed at my phone "You're supposed to be dead!" I looked at him for a moment. Then I nodded slowly "You're right." He sighed in relief "Thank you." "So, since I'm dead, give me the ₦3,500 you owe me. Let me use it to buy flowers for my own grave" Tunde immediately started walking towards my house "Let's go. We have a case to solve." 😂 MY HOUSE, 8:12 A.M When we arrived, I noticed that our front door was open That was strange My mother usually locked the door even when she was sitting directly in front of it She once locked me outside for twenty minutes because she said I didn't knock properly And now, the door was wide open I entered cautiously "Mummy?" Silence "Mummy, I'm back!" From the kitchen, I heard something fall Then my mother appeared She was holding a plate The moment she saw me, the plate slipped from her hands CRASH! "MUMMY!" She grabbed her chest "JESUS! JESUS CHRIST!" I rushed towards her "Mummy, wetin happen?" She backed away "Don't come near me!" I stopped "Mummy, na me o!" She started crying "My son!" "Yes, Mummy!" "My son, why did you leave us?" I stared at her At this point, I was beginning to understand why people said raising children was difficult Because apparently, even after raising me for years, my own mother could no longer recognise me when Facebook announced my death "Mummy, I did not leave you! I went to buy bread!" She looked at the bread in my hand Then she looked at my face Then she started crying again "Even in death, you still remembered to buy bread for your family." I nearly swallowed my tongue "MUMMY, PLEASE!" Tunde was standing behind me, trying very hard not to laugh I turned around.l "If you laugh, I'll make sure you die before me." He immediately became serious My mother eventually sat down, and I explained everything to her The Facebook post The comments The video Everything When I finished, she wiped her tears and looked at me "My son, have you offended anybody?" I blinked "Mummy?" "Because this kind of thing doesn't happen for nothing." I looked at Tunde Tunde looked at me We both looked at my mother "Mummy, are you suggesting that somebody killed me spiritually and Facebook is just the messenger?" She shrugged "I'm only asking questions." I shook my head In this family, even supernatural problems required a family meeting THE FIRST CLUE After calming my mother down, I rushed to my room My younger brother was sitting on my bed Eating my biscuits Wearing my shirt Using my charger And watching television with my fan turned towards his face I stood at the doorway He looked at me I looked at him He looked at the biscuits Then he slowly placed the remaining ones on the bed "Bro..." I smiled "Yes, my dear brother?" He stood up "Welcome back." "Thank you." "I didn't know you were coming." "Obviously." He pointed at the biscuits "I can explain." I nodded "Please, explain how you managed to mourn me, announce that you would take care of my belongings, and still find time to wear my shirt." He opened his mouth Closed it Then he said something that almost made me forget the entire mystery "Bro, I thought you wouldn't need them anymore." I took a deep breath Tunde turned towards the wall His shoulders were shaking That useless boy was laughing! I pointed at my brother "Remove my shirt." He quickly pulled it over his head "Not like that, you idiot! Go and change into your own clothes!" He ran into his room I sat down and opened the mysterious video again This time, I watched it carefully The video was only eighteen seconds long The person in it was wearing a black hoodie The same type of hoodie I owned He walked past the gate of our house at night Then he stopped He turned towards the camera And smiled I paused the video Something about that smile bothered me It wasn't just that the person looked like me It was the way he tilted his head The way he raised one eyebrow The way he smiled with the left side of his mouth Those were little things I did without even thinking about them I replayed the video Once Twice Three times Then I noticed something in the background A small blue bucket beside the gate I knew that bucket It belonged to our neighbour, Mama Chinedu The same woman who had cried when she saw me that morning I zoomed in Behind the bucket was a wall clock visible through the open window of the neighbouring house The time on the clock was 2:03 I checked the timestamp on the Facebook post 2:03 A.M My stomach tightened The video and the announcement had appeared at exactly the same time I looked at Tunde "Guy, something is wrong." He leaned closer "What's wrong?" I pointed at the screen "Look at the time." He stared at it Then he whispered "Somebody recorded this video last night." "Exactly." "And that person looks like you." "Exactly." "And your account announced your death at the same time" "EXACTLY!" He jumped up "GUY, STOP SAYING EXACTLY! I'M TRYING TO THINK!" I stared at him "Then think faster!" Suddenly, my phone rang Unknown number I answered "Hello?" For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence Then a man's voice came through "Are you the owner of this phone?" I frowned "Yes. Who is this?" "My name is Inspector Adewale. I'm calling from the police station." I sat upright Tunde immediately stopped talking The inspector continued "We received a report this morning concerning a missing person." I swallowed "Okay..." "The report contains your name, your photograph, and your home address" I looked at Tunde He was staring at me "Sir, I'm not missing. I'm right here." There was a pause Then the inspector asked "Are you currently at home?" "Yes, sir." "Good. Please don't leave your house. An officer will come to speak with you shortly." I was about to ask another question when he added "There's something else you need to know." My grip tightened around the phone "What is it, sir?" "The person who filed the report claims that he saw you last night." I frowned "Who filed the report?" The inspector read out a name I didn't recognise it Then he described the man's appearance My heart began to pound Because the description matched the person in the video I tried to speak, but no words came out Finally, I managed to ask "Sir, did the person leave a photograph?" "Yes." "Can you send it to me?" "I'll see what I can do." The call ended For several seconds, nobody spoke Then Tunde quietly asked "Guy... what if that person is your twin?" I turned towards him "I don't have a twin." "What if your parents didn't tell you?" I grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face "TUNDE, MY MOTHER HAS BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT MY SCHOOL FEES SINCE I WAS FIVE! IF SHE HAD TWO OF US, I WOULD HAVE KNOWN!" He dodged the pillow "I'm just saying!" I returned my attention to the phone A message had arrived Unknown number One photograph attached I opened it My room appeared on the screen My bed My wardrobe My window And me Sleeping I stared at the picture The camera angle suggested that whoever took it had been standing right beside my bed But that wasn't the worst part At the bottom of the photograph was a timestamp 2:03 A.M And beside my bed, standing in the darkness, was another figure Wearing my black hoodie Looking directly at the camera I zoomed in on the face My blood ran cold It was me Not someone who looked like me Not a relative Not a stranger wearing my clothes ME The same face The same eyes The same little scar above my right eyebrow But there was something wrong with his expression He wasn't smiling anymore He was pointing at my sleeping body And beneath the photograph, the unknown sender had written one sentence "ASK YOUR BROTHER WHAT HE DID AT 2:03 A.M." I slowly lowered my phone Then I turned towards my younger brother's room The door was closed I walked towards it Knocked once No answer Knocked again Still nothing I tried the handle The door opened The room was empty My brother was gone But on his bed lay my old phone The one I had lost three months ago The one I had searched everywhere for The one I had never told anybody I found inside my wardrobe last night I stepped closer The screen lit up A Facebook notification appeared YOUR LIVE VIDEO HAS ENDED I stared at the screen Then I saw the number of viewers 1,000,000 And the video title? It was my name I tapped it The screen went black Then a voice whispered from the phone speaker My own voice "Brother... if you're watching this, it means they haven't buried you yet." I couldn't breathe The voice continued "Listen carefully. You have until midnight." A pause Then Because when the clock strikes twelve.. The screen went dark And the phone rang This time, the caller ID displayed my own name I answered A voice that sounded exactly like mine whispered "It's time to come home." TO BE CONTINUED...

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