I started tapping my feet on the floor like someone trying to retrieve money from a debtor,I gnashed my teeth when I realized that I just locked the door to freedom. The cemetery that I was trying to escape from now seems like the safest place to hide.

I knelt down and started looking for the key on the w€t ground I dropped it earlier. I dragged my palm on the floor like an addicted drug user, I didn’t stop searching vigorously until I found the key.

I stood up immediately, located the padlock and ignited the key into it then I turned it to unlock it. The key didn’t work at first, I thought it’s normal, like trying to open a lock the first time and even the second time may prove abortive, I tried the third, fourth and fifth time, but still, it didn’t work.

As I was turning the padlock, I was pulling it back maybe it will unlock. After trying effortlessly for five minutes I knelt down on the floor to enjoy the cry of my life.

I continued crying loudly like bush baby that lost his mat. I stopped after crying emotionally for 3 minutes, then I wiped my tears.

When I looked up, brethren, you won’t believe what I saw. I found myself outside the gate again. Outside the cemetery, I turned my back and saw the cemetery firmly locked the way I locked it earlier.

Then I turned back to behold the car, the houses, and the street I saw earlier. It was as if I’ve never seen anything like that before. Even the people walking hastily to their place of work looked strange to me.

Guinness book of record won’t doubt it that I’m the happiest man on earth that moment. I mean, I just escape from a deadly legendary cemetery.

What makes me more happier was the bike carefully parked in front of where I sat, and the money I came for was placed on it. I broke down to shed another round of tears, but this time tear of joy.

I sprang up and mount on the bike. I place the bag pack firmly on my back and zoomed off.

I boned my face throughout my journey back home. I didn’t smile for a seconds. I almost hit a police controlling the traffic. The nigga tried to stop me.

Everyone were just looking at me, they don’t know what I experienced last 12 hours. While they were sleeping happily in their house, I was running aimlessly in the cemetery. Well, I can’t blame them because they are not responsible for what happened to me.

I got home around 8 in the morning. I saw Quadri on his way to work.

I didn’t even bothered to greet him or call him. I just looked at him like a strange stranger.

My behaviour startled him, I was about to enter my apartment when he stopped me. ” Bro, what happened, you didn’t even appreciate me for what I did yesterday” he said in annoyance.

” Thank God you arrived on time, I need my bike to…” I didn’t even let him finished before I threw the key at him. He continued asking questions, but I didn’t give him one answer. He left in annoyance after seeing my behaviour and rode off on his bike.

I entered my house and locked the door immediately. I didn’t even off my dirty shoes, I just dropped the heavy bag on the floor and slumped on the bed to have a nice sleep. I slept off 5 minutes after.

I woke up around 2 in the afternoon. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a bath. I spent over 1 hour to refresh my body.

I prepared a hot soft yam and fried egg. I ate as if I’ve not eaten in thousand years.

The taste of the food I’ve been eating for years now tasted so strange and delicious.

Since I’m a millionaire now, I didn’t even bother to go to work nor inform my boss about my absence.

I relaxed for three hours after eating. I read some news papers and finally fell asleep some minutes after eating. I read some news papers and finally fell asleep some minutes after 9PM.

I really had a nice sleep accompanied with a nice dream. I dream of how I gave Quardri 3,000 naira out of a million Naira. In my dream, I used the money to buy a big house and I also start a big business in my dream. I was living life to the fullest.

I was woken up by a pain on my shoulder, it was as if I slept on a bare floor. With my eyes still closed, I made a long yawn and stretched my body to shake off the drowsiness. Then I turned my body to stand up from the bed.

I was stopped by the ignition I saw on the front of the bed or the grave “In loving memory of Pa Micheal”.

That was the moment I discovered that I have been hallucinating. The bike I mounted on, the policeman I saw, even Quadri were all hallucination. I’m still in the cemetery.

To be continue