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Ghostwriter @ Adekunle Ajasin University
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Posted on June 4, 2025, 2:03 p.m.
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Delilah no longer walked through the house. She glided like something that didn’t belong there anymore. And truly, she didn’t.She moved through the broken rooms and crumbling corners like a stranger, eyes scanning old walls not with nostalgia, but with detachment. As if she was looking at the rem...
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Posted on May 29, 2025, 5:41 p.m.
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Delilah woke up early.Not because she had trouble sleeping, but because she never really slept in this house—just closed her eyes and waited for morning. The air still smelled like stale spirits and sweat, and her childhood bed creaked each time she moved, but she stayed put, staring at the ...
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Posted on May 25, 2025, 9:01 p.m.
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Years Later...The car rolled to a stop, the tires stirring a cloud of red dust behind it.Delilah stepped out, her heels pressing into the dry earth as she adjusted her sunglasses and looked ahead. The house stood in the distance, crooked and tired, just as she had left it. Time ha...
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Posted on May 23, 2025, 3:03 p.m.
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"Delilah..." The deep voice called out in a slur as he sluggishly stalked across the hallway.The little form of the child shook as she clenched her tiny fists around the closet doors."Please don't find me" Those were the words on her mind as she heard the sound of footsteps thundering a...
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