I heard a voice behind me, one like never before. My hair stood on end and my pupils grew as wide as the base of the Eiffel Tower.
Was this really happening? I had heard of such stories. Stories where a man would go out of home and never return, where a kid out of disobedience will never return home cos they overstayed on the play field and stories where women would go out for wood and never return because they didn’t respect their husbands.
Pure fiction I had called it. For if it was applicable who would be alive right now? Well, I would probably not be alive to know.
I turned around sharply like a deer about to pounce on it’d prey. I wouldn’t go down so easy for a man they say, dies fighting. Pure darkness is what I met with. “It’s the end of the times!!!” I screamed. Just then, I felt cold water all over me. The water seemed to dilute the streams of sweat that had been trickling down my spine.
What else was worse than life at the moment? “I’ll give up” I thought. Just as my knees touched the floor, a bold gentle voice sounded in my ears.
“Back to bed son, you were sleepwalking again.”
“It’s the end of the times dad, end of the times.” I whispered as he tucked me in bed.