My teacher and her son chukwuemeka who dīéd last year in a car àccident always visit me at night in our lodge.

I knew chukwuemeka for a long time ever since we were in secondary school.

chukwuemeka and I are very close friends, though I knew her mother because I visit them occasionally but i didn't know her mother was a lecturer who teaches in University.

Our friendship started the day we came for secondary school registration, that was when I met him and his mom for the first time, chukwuemeka was quite gentle, decent and honest just like his mother.

After the registration, coincidentally chukwuemeka and I were put in the same class, that time we were still in junior secondary school

Jss1

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We were classmate Starting from Jss1 to Ss3, sometimes we encounter misunderstanding, but we always makeup making our friendship stronger.

After our waec and jamb examinations, we parted ways thinking we won't meet again.

Coincidentally, we later met at university of nsukka, when we were doing registration, chukwuemeka and I were roommate and it happened that her mother was our lecturer who is in charge of teaching us English language.

I was pleased when I heard that her mother will be teaching us.

It was on 14th December, when chukwuemeka and I were having conversations about Christmas and new year travel...

"Klein, I'm sure you guys will be travelling for this Christmas event"... He asked.

"I'm not really sure about it, certainly it have reached three years we stopped going to village for Christmas events, what of you guys? "... I asked back.

"Yes nau, we never miss traveling for villa every Christmas"..he responded.

"Wow! That's cool!".. I concluded.

On 20th December, chukwuemeka packed all his luggage from the lodge as him and his mother will be traveling to village on 25th of December, that was the last time I saw chukwuemeka.

The day chukwuemeka and his mother traveled, on their way to their village, their car fell off the cliff and fell into Enugu sea, their car drowned into the water and none of them survived.

The day I heard about it, I didn't believe, I always pray, hoping for it to be a rumor but I later found out it was actually true.

That day was like a dream to me, I was shóckéd to déàth, I almost cried out my eyes that day.

Starting from that day, I always have this nightmares whenever I sleep at night, i

always sees chukwuemeka and his mom in my dream telling me to allow them into my room and that later became a major próblem to me.

As if it wasn't enough, I noticed that someone always use my pot to cook his/her food whenever I'm asleep, I always make sure to wash all plates and pot before going to sleep but after waking up every morning, I sees my pot and plates being use to cook.

I was very scāred, but they didn't stop, it continued to happen.

One day, I decided to pretend as if I'm sleeping so that I can find out who always uses my Pot to cook.

I was on my bed pretending as if I'm sleeping waiting for them to come, immediately one woman and a guy appeared in my room, it was chukwuemeka and his mother, I was shócked..

Chukwuemeka's mother brought out one of my pot and started cooking, I was busy eyeing them, after she done cooking, she told chukwuemeka to bring plates so to share the food.

Chukwuemeka brought three plates instead of two, her mother told him to remove one plate but he insisted saying they are three in the room.

"Mom, we are three not two, one plate for me, one plate for you and one plate for this guy eyeing us"... He said pointing at me.

Immediately, I cóllapsed.

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