It wa**** a beautiful ****ummer morning watching the breeze blow**** lazily on our front porch.
Waiting for Bridget my cru****h to come and pick me up with her father a**** we took the long circuitou**** route to ****chool, I love the long route becau****e it give**** me an avenue to talk at length with my cru****h.....!
It'**** 7:30 already and I'm really getting apprehen****ive on why Bridget and Mr Jone****, her father not here yet but, the joy of ****eeing Bridget Jone**** give '**** me ****o much joy and the apprehen****ivene******** vani****hed.
I wa**** ba****king in thi**** euphoria of joy when I noticed ****omething quite weird happening right in front of me.
I ****aw an headle******** ghoul heading ****traight toward**** Mr Landl hou****e, well, Mr Landl i**** a poor widow and according to people he ha**** been living there for almo****t a decade**** while we only moved in la****t winter from Albania.
The headle******** ghoul ****end**** ****hiver**** down my ****pine and I don't know what to do, it'**** pre****ence took all my breath away from me.
I wa**** ****weating profu****ely and fixed to the ****pot, couldn't ****hout and couldn't move a**** if I have been compelled to the ****pot.
Finally I regained my con****ciou****ne******** and decided to run.
The ****ound of my head hitting my bedroom door brought me back to reality, Ala****! I have been ****leepwalking again.
Prosper Nnaji
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