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              A couple of months back, nilikuwa nimeenda place fulani shughuli na one of my boyz, Tommy, tulikuwa Whistling Moran I think. Tulifika mapema, tumetulia tunangoja tu clients wafike. I always arrive early for business, a skill I unknowingly picked up from my old man. Tommy alikuwa anataka kushika one or two beers to kill time before clients wafike, lakini nikamsho zii, business first, atashika a couple of beers after tumemalizana na clients.  Tulikuwa tunataka tu kufine tune some details kwa contract fulani tulipata ya kuweka some serious coins in our pockets with the clients ndio tusichomeke. After they arrive, tunaanza kuiron out some details with the clients, it takes a while, going back and forth, and right before I reach my breaking point to snap and maybe flip the table on them like I have see it done in the movies, the clients compromises, and agree to some of the changes we want in the contract.  Satisfied, we bid the clie...

Friday the 13th

         A lone figure, cloaked in darkness, 

stalks through 

a foggy and deserted part of the Nairobi Central Business District. 



A chilling wind howls, and the only sound is the lone figure footsteps puncturing the eerie silence. A dilapidated building looms in the distance, its windows boarded up and its door ajar. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of decay, dust, and the faint sound of two heartbeats. 


On arriving at the dilapidated building, the figure pauses briefly at the entrance, it's breath misting in the cold air. A sense of unease washed over them as they peered into the darkness towards the entrance of the abandoned building from where they are hiding. 




The wind howled louder, carrying with it a chilling whisper that sent shivers down their spine. Their blood ran cold as they realized that they were not alone in this desolate place, but with a deep breath, they muffled any sounds they might have made, trying as hard as they can, to stay calm.


The interior is a labyrinth of dust-covered rooms and crumbling walls. Cobwebs dangled from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. The figure moved cautiously, its glowing red eyes piercing the darkness, searching.


A sudden creak from behind caused them to freeze, their heart to start pounding, and their senses to be on high alert. Just as their fears had eased, they heard a sound behind them. 


A low growl, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps slowly approaching them. They both scrambled to their feet, their heart pounding in their chest. They turned to face their attacker, and their blood ran cold.


Standing in front of them is unlike anyone they had ever seen before. Tall, muscular, with glowing red eyes and huge. The figure let out a menacing laugh, knowing it got them right where it wanted. 


They knew that they were doomed, their fates were sealed if they didn't do something, anything soon. Frantically, they looked for an opening in order to make a run for it. 

When the opening came, 

they took off like bats straight out of hell. 

The figure chuckled, waited for a few minutes to give them a head start, then started running after them. They ran like their lives depended on it, but the figure was slowly gaining on them. They tried as much as they could, but it was futile, the figure caught up with them when they were almost at the entrance of the dilapidated building. 

One of them stopped trying to run, turned and  tried to attack the figure, but the figure simply side stepped, grabbed him by the waist, and slung him far across the building, where he landed with a sickening crunch and went limp. 

The figure then turned its attention to the other, a young lady who was running towards the man who had been flung across, with the figure slowly following her from behind.

The figure lunged just as the young lady was trying as hard as she could to wake him up to escape after reaching him. As the young lady slowly resigned to her fate, something unexpected happened.

A blinding light fills the room, and the figure freezes in place. The figure looks up, its eyes momentarily wide with disbelief. Standing in the doorway was a group of rough, heavily armed men, with their guns pointed at it.



Disclaimer.

This story is a work of fiction and does not reflect any real events or people. 

Any similarities to real individuals or situations are purely coincidental. 

Comments

  1. Damn, it's giving grim reaper 😼more of these, please πŸ‘½

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    1. Thanks for your feedback, Letstoriesunfold will see what it can do, going forward.

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  2. I was so invested already. We need an update please. You are a gifted author

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