I know this feeling; the slight taste of panic with an aftertaste akin to blood. Yes, blood. The bottom left of my neck hurts if I tilt my head to the right. Both shoulder joints are cursing my every yank of the arm with slight piercing aches. I am no stranger to this feeling; even the numbness in the foot. Curse Flint. It’s not quite pleasant waking up in the middle of the day. But what’s a night owl to do? Yesterday I set the alarm for 5:00AM at around midnight. The alarm went bananas on noticing I was still awake by time T; the next two alarms at 7:00AM and 8:00AM were not amused either. But alas death sent his cousin to shadow my day at the hour upon which I was to depart…

You came. I know it was you because you are still here. It’s rather unusual a thing for me to recall my dreams. It must be your doing. I could narrate so accurately the succession of events that a pair of calipers wouldn’t pick up an air gap missed. What’s in a dream? The men of science puzzles say a couple of confusing jargon to give me an understanding of this thingamajig. A wise man once said nothing. I am however interested in three events; the two murders and the thing with dad. How odd, drinking beer with dad while watching a rugby match. Don’t mess with me. Here is a list of things we don’t do together; watch anything, drink anything, do anything e.t.c Now how about the murders? Let’s talk about the first one. That was odd. How did I smell a decomposing body in my dream? Jebus of Niggareth! A murdered decomposing man in an incomplete house we adventured into? Ah, yes the second murder was even more interesting…

It was Maddeus! Look, I don’t know why you’re bringing someone I last knew in my senior 4 class in O-Level. How do you even know him? Do you have the ability to time travel or something? Do you? Oh, we shall talk about it later then. So how come you made Maddeus kill me? Which family was that they had come to murder and why was I stuck with them in that tiny room? I must say I was thrilled when he offloaded lead into my chest with that semi-automatic. I always thought I would die in a blast but have it your way. I smelt blood. How did that happen again? I can still smell blood. It seems like you hardly answer any of my questions. Just say something for once. Why did you let Maddeus murder me when I’d only drunk with dad? Are you…are you…the…devil?

I only ask this because I am becoming certain that I created the devil. I know I am not the devil. I am a coward. The devil is a beast of will. I don’t know if I created you too. Tell me if I was dreaming or I was in my devil costume. Please tell me since you’re the only one I can trust to know this. Am I the devil? Is it my alter ego that’s the devil? Don’t leave… please answer me. I know that when a man with thoughts as mine acts upon them, anarchy is the least of worry. Am I the devil? Is there an other me? Halt, brother and answer me or I swear by the ghost of Walumbe you won’t live to see another day. Halt!…

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