Ghosts of the Past ✓ (EDITING)

Chapter Thirty-Three.

Picture above is Chika☝☝☝

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Idara was speechless, she didn't know what to say, she waited patiently for Chika to say something, anything.

And then she started.

"Do you actually know who I am?"

"Well, you're Chika."

She chuckled, it sounded cold and icy, sending shivers down my spine and not in a good way.

"Chika?"

"I'm not Chika, I'm Molomo, the spirit of the dark waters, Chika's just a mere tool."

What the actual fuck?

"Wait, so you're saying you're not Chika?"

"Yes."

Blood of Jesus!

Which one be Molomo, guy, so Chika be mami water. (So Chika's a mermaid).

"Okay, why am I here?"

"You stole Ahmed away from me."

Wait, I stole Ahmed, abeg, how?

"How exactly?"

"You are really dumb aren't you?"

“I'm not.”

“Whatever, listen to me.”

It's really frightening that I'm talking to a spirit bit who cares, I need to find out what she's talking about.

The walls changed and a brightening light came over my face, it burned so hot I had to scream out in pain.

“What....are...you...doing...to...me?” I managed to shout in between screams.

“Making sure you can't talk while I'm telling you this.”

Why's she doing this..

Have you ever seen a spirit being mad? Because I'm seeing it now.

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Chika aka Molomo started explaining her aim.

“Well, when I first got into this school, I was by myself, I never really socialized with people because I found the thought frightening.

No one wanted to befriend the Igbo girl, because in your state it is believe that the Igbos love money. Well, I wasn't going to steal money from people, I never had that intention.”

This is awkward.

“When I first saw Ahmed, I liked him, I knew I had a crush on him but he never soared a glance at me. He was always busy with Luke.

So that's when I decided to use your brother as a pawn to get my dear Ahmed to fall for me.”

Jesus...Hmm, wetin Musa no go see for gate.

“I never loved your brother, in fact I despised him more than anything. Your brother was so clingy.”

Is it now you noticed?

“He also smelled and he liked talking too much.”

My brother does not smell. Is this girl mad? He talks too much, abeg, let me hear word, between her and my Bros who talk pass, shift jhare.