NIGERIA HORROR STORIES
(Troubled Waters)
Some few years back, I was still new to the crayfish selling business, I had zero knowledge of how it works and the money I had put into the business would soon evaporate with the wind. Tough times hit hard and I was given the choice of travelling to the Riverside to get my supplies. Many advised it was more profitable so as an Igbo man, anything that'd bring more gain to my business, I was willing to try out.
After saving up some few cash, I planned a trip to one of the waterside in the South. Even though it was a business trip, I also viewed it as an adventure to see new environs that I haven't been privileged to experience. I didn't know how to cast a net talk more of catching a fish so my hope rested on some of the locals for assistance.
Whilst enroute to the location, we had to switch to using a canoe and I was asked to ditch any jewelry I was having on. At first, I was confused
"Why should I do that?" I questioned in my naivety
"We don't want you troubling the waters while we're on the journey" one of the locals replied
I gently tucked away my wrist bangle and finger rings but my necklace, I left it on my neck instead and instead tucked it into my shirt to conceal it from the locals. Oh had I know!!!
We had gone far deep into the water when a mighty sound echoed from within. It sounded like an angry woman talking from the water, I looked out and the water surface vibrated violently then stopped. The men in the canoe exchanged looks of surprise with each other.
"Mister, do you have anything that's making the water spirit angry?" one of the locals asked me.
"Water Spirit kwa?" I thought to myself before I answered "No o, nothing" I lied through my teeth.
We wanted to continue our journey but then again, the voice arose from the water, this time it violently shook the canoe as a thunder bolt struck the tail out of nowhere. We were drowned in fear as blood started flowing into the canoe. The locals cried out loud as they pleaded with the voice speaking. I was looking around, searching for the voice but all I saw was more turbulent water.
"Throw him overboard" the locals cried out, as they advance towards me
I was trying to maintain my balance as I grasped the edges of the canoe tight. The locals grabbed me, ignoring my plea of mercy, they flung me into the violent water
To be continued
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© Necelly Newton
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