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The sharp cry shook the entire lodge,
frightening me tremendously. My heart
furiously pounded. The day of reckoning
finally has arrived.
I waited for few minutes in my room as I
tried so hard to compose myself. Just like
other students, I had to check out the cause
of the cry and noise coming from downstairs.
I wished I had traveled, but truly it was very
bright of me to stay put in the lodge instead of
traveling, because I had to be around in
order to follow events and plan ahead.
Moreover the hostel was a large one but it
never stopped students who lived in it from
knowing each other’s habit and as I hardly
Who knows I could be suspected. Yes I was
so scared that I felt every step I took could
lead anyone to suspect me even
though I was far from being one of the hostel
terrors nor cultists who could easily be
suspected as the hand behind such a deadly
I drank a glass of water before heading out
of my room. I slowly headed downstairs,
towards where I dumped Nmeka’s body days
ago. You can’t imagine how nervous and
scared I was as I slowly made my way to that
Hundreds of students were already at the
staircase when I got there.
Students from the
neighbouring hostels alike. I greeted some of
my neighbours who told me of the terrific
discovery. I pretended to be shocked and
forced my way to the front of the crowd.
After a little struggle, I succeeded in getting
close to Nmeka’s body which was already
pulled out from the staircase. The poor girl
was now lying just some steps away from
where she was originally dumped, looking
pale as ever. I drew a bit close as if I was
“Do you know her?” a girl quickly asked
me. I turned to see almost everyone staring
curiously at me. I swallowed hard with
tension. My guilty conscience shook me like
an earthquake. “What?” I stammered. “Do you
know her?” the hostel president asked, before
the girl could repeat her question. “Hell no.
That’s exactly what I came to check” I
managed to reply, dashing all their hopes.
“Nobody knows her. She has no I.D card or
anything” the girl who asked the first question
explained, while I shrugged, saying nothing.
The relief I felt as I heard the girl’s
explanation was quite enormous. I really had
feared the question was asked with suspicion.
However I still feared the worst was yet to
come. I knew there must surely be a
scapegoat. A sacrificial lamb who will be
blamed for such a horrible crime. Who will it