A Deadly Obsession

'To get all your fingers stained with oil, you only need just one of them'.

It was on a cold night, in the comfort of my home, I was typing a proposal. I had stared too hardly at the screen of my laptop that I had to squint to see, I thought I would close my eyes and massage my eye lids with my fingers and then “Grrrrin! Grrrrin!!” it was the bell. Who could be at my gate? I wondered, looking at my wall clock,  I got to the window; I could only see a car parked at the front of the gate. My house help had gone to be with his wife about 3 hours ago. I had to do this myself;
I rushed down the staircase with my key in one hand as curious thoughts flashed through my mind, I still can’t say if I was scared or just curious but I know there was something so unusual about that night.

I got to the gate and stood yards away. “Who is it?” I queried, listening to the wind and the night to help interpret any little word the person might say beyond what I could see.

Suspicious? Yes I was!
“Sorry please I need some help” I heard from the other end, so subtle, so gentle, the sound of the first sentenced calmed me and the second drew pity out of my bewildered heart.

I got closer and asked who she was but before she could answer I had looked through a little opening from the gate and saw a young lady with a little hand bag, and her shoes on one hand as she dangled her car keys on the other.

I quickly opened the gate knowing what danger she may be in standing outside at the time of the night; did I tell you it was 23:18 PM West African time?

She is stranded, out of fuel and out of cash, she was traveling but the night caught up with her while she was still trying to beat traffic. Her phone is down and so she can’t reach any one. Her ATM had expired, all she needs is a place to lay her head for the night and as early as possible, go to the bank and then she is on her way again and all I wanted to do was give a helping hand.

I had offered her the visitors room but she said the living room was okay; she would sleep on the couch. I thought she would need a bath though she seemed fresh and refreshed to me even though she asked me not to bother.

In as much as I hate to say this; I freaked out when she got into my lighted parlour, Sandal is drop dead beautiful! Yeah, that was her name; Sandal. I got upstairs and felt it would be inhospitable to have her pass the night in my house like a refugee when it could have been better, 'whatever is worth doing is worth doing well'. I said to myself.

So I got a blanket and a pillow and rushed down.
“Here and pleeeeaaaase be relaxed and make yourself comfortable …..You have coffee there, drinks in the bar, anything” I was rehearsing these lines when I froze at the sight of the most gorgeous nudity I have ever seen all my life. My heart practically 'stopped' at that moment!

I  can’t remember opening my mouth but I realize my mouth was open and I managed to close it; salivating already.

...and this is just the beginning of the story, I am presently in between life and death, Kezia my wife now hears voices at night and sees things no other person sees and  my house help has been missing for eight months, not even his wife has a clue of what might have happened or where he may be.

I need help! My name is David and this is my story.

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