Episode 2
NAOMI
“Naomi!, Naomi!”. A voice called from outside later at nights, same day I collected banana from the stranger.
I was alone in my room reading my bedtime story to myself after aunt Tracy has forcefully sent me off to bed.
“Why is she calling me now?”. I murmured.
After that, I quietly got down from the bed, put on my slippers, and headed out of the room.
She was lying on the couch with her head resting on my dad’s laps while he had his left hand inside her nighties, caressing her bossom.
Immediately she noticed my presence, she threw his hand away, sat up and started adjusting her cloth.
“What are you doing here? Why are you still awake?”. Daddy asked angrily.
“I was…”. I began to explain, but she interrupted me with her accusations.
“Honey, you don’t know this your daughter. She only came out here to spy on us”. She said to him.
“No, dad, I thought she called me”. I said.
“Naomi, nobody called you here. Go back to your room and sleep. Daddy said.
I turned and started walking away.
…. I don’t want to ever see you out here till tomorrow morning”. He added behind me.
Maybe I was imagining things. I thought to myself.
Back in the room, I laid down and continued reading the stories.I didn’t know when I drifted off to sleep.
“Naomi, Naomi, come over here and eat with us”. I was awoken by the voice again.
I opened my eyes immediately. The light has gone off..seems there was power outage. The first though that came to my mind was to run to my parents room, but then I remembered daddy had warned me not to come out of the room for any reason again that night. So laid back with the duvet over my head, hugging my teddy bear so tight and crying silently. After a while, it stopped calling and I dozed off.
I didn’t tell anyone about it because I knew no one would believe me.
During lesson hour the next day in school, same voice called again, twice each time, beckoning me to come over and eat with them.
I looked up from my work and looked at the teacher who has her back turned to the class, copying note on the whiteboard. Other pupils were busy too.
Just then, I looked out through the window to behold same woman and her son standing outside the classroom.
Could she be the one calling my name?.. No, I don’t remember introducing myself to her. I didn’t even tell her my school, infact, we didn’t talk about anything that day. I kept contemplating.
She might have come to do some other things here. I tried to convince myself but then the call came again.
“Naomi, Naomi!. Come out here and eat with us”. This time I was sure the voice was coming from her because of the way her lips were moving.
I stood up and excused myself from the class
“I need to ease myself”. I said to the teacher, before I went out to see them.
“Come and eat with us”. The woman said immediately I came out to meet her.
At that point, I was too weak to resist, so I followed them to the field. There, we sat down as she shared another bunch of banana, groundnut and bottle water among us. I was done in five minutes, and was back to the classroom.
They came to the house the next day. Before I knew it, it became a habit. And each time they come, it’s same banana, groundnut and water.
This visitation continued until one morning, I started noticing something abnormal about myself.
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