Mr Joseph was having a glass of alcohol as he leaned on his car. He parked his car just in front of a small pub. A call girl observed him from inside the pub. She called her girls and showed him to them. After some chatter where her friends were urging her to go mingle with him, she muttered some courage and got up to go see him.
"Hey! My name's Magdalene", she introduced herself, offering a handshake.
Joseph declined the handshake offer. "Aren't you a call girl?", he gawked at her.
"Ouch!", she reacted, "I know that but that's not what I came here for", she smiled at him, not minding what he had just said to her.
"Intriguing!", he shook hands with an ironic smile.
"You're a hot stuff, a very handsome man", she complimented him with a luring smile.
"Thanks to my late parents", he giggled. He kept his now empty glass cup on his car's bonnet, ready to be engaged in the conversation.
"Wish they were still alive. Would have gone to see them and praise them for what they produced", she smiled at him in a silly way.
Joseph found what she said ludicrous and chuckled over it. "So all these just to make me your customer?", he squeaked.
The lady moaned before she said;"Jokes apart! I really like you and that's why I came to mingle with you so we could become friends." Joseph laughed gently in disbelief. She soughed in disappointment.
"Take a look at all these handsome young men looking for call girls", she gestured for him to look around. "If I wanted a customer, I would have been there instead of here trying to make you my pal", she said to him feeling a little bit annoyed.
"Okay I'm sorry", Joseph apologized after realizing her mood had changed, "I'm sorry for behaving impersonal", he said.
"So where are we going to have our chitchat?", she asked.
"I wanted going home before you came so...", he stressed, "Are you going to follow me home?", he gestured. Magdalene stared at him suspiciously, heaving a sigh. "Don't impeach my motives, I only want to know you more. You seem to be a fine girl", he said to her.
She made this long 'uhm' sound, thinking of what to say. She uttered;"It's not like I haven't gone to a stranger's home before...that's even what I do everyday", she laughed over it. "Something just keeps on telling me otherwise", she said.
"Probably your mind,", Joseph picked up his glass and signalled at someone to come take it away. "If you feel uncomfortable about it, it's okay. I understand", he opened his car to get in.
"Darn it! He can't go", she thought. "Wait!", she prevented him from closing the door, "I want to go with you", she said, glamorizing her mood into a happy one and expressed fervent feelings.
"Then hop right in", he replied with a knowing smile. Magdalene walked round the car, opened the door and went in. Joseph started the engine and drove off.
* * *
A boy was shivering with cold as he laid on his bed. He could not take it anymore and got up to have his medicine.
"Got to take my antimalarial medicine before I'm going to die this night", he gasped out as he limped towards his room table. He picked up his medicine which was on top of a book on the table.
He had his nose round for water but did not find. "No water for swallowing my drug", he said, holding the medicine firm in his palm. He looked at his bathroom and thought about going there to get some water. The door was already slightly open.
"I'll drink from the tap", he thought. He made just two steps towards the bathroom before wind blew into the room. He hugged himself, shivering with cold. Then suddenly, he observed the door was swinging back and forth slowly, producing a squeaky sound. Before next knew it, the door swung at a faster rate.
"Uhmmm"he reacted, " I think I should just get some water from the fridge instead", he said. He limped out of his room trying not to feel anxious about what he saw.
* * *
After he had taken his drug in the kitchen, he returned the cup back to the cupboard and the half empty bottle of water back to the fridge. He headed back to the short staircase. He saw how dark and spooky the staircase was, especially at the top.
"If only I brought a torch", he said inwardly and sighed, "Anyways...", he shrugged off his shoulders. With a steady movement, he went up the stairs, feeling a little bit better.
On his way though, he kicked a foot against a step which made him fall when he was close to the top.
"Hello", a strange voice from nowhere spoke to him. He quickly got up and looked round but saw no one.
"No! No! This can't be true", he said inwardly, wearing a frightened smile. He limped quickly to his room. He opened his room door but was completely left bamboozled finding himself in the kitchen again instead of his bedroom.
"This can't be happening", he shivered with fear, quickly opening the door again and running out of the kitchen. To the biggest shock of his life, he found himself still running into the kitchen the second time.
"Who's doing this to me?", he sobbed. In the midst of the terrifying experience, he realized his broken leg had been healed, kicking the air with it to confirm it.
He ran to the staircase and sprang up to the top. He ran to his room again and opened the door to get in. Also this time, he found himself walking right into the kitchen.
"Whosoever doing this to me should please stop", he yelled. He panted as he sobbed, leaning on the cupboard in the kitchen. He kept quiet when he heard some strange sounds behind the kitchen door. He slowly crept backwards, gradually out of the kitchen. He swallowed and shivered with terror.
The door was suddenly opened and Father Christmas entered the kitchen, smiling slyly at the terrified boy who gasped in shock to see who was freaking him out the whole time, Father Christmas! The boy noticed the blood gushing out of the chest of Father Christmas. Before Father Christmas made a move, he ran to the stairs and climbed up hurriedly. "Mum! Dad!", he yelled a number of times.
He got to his parents room and banged on the door repeatedly but they could not hear the knock. He saw Father Christmas just climbing up the stairs and was approaching him. He banged on the door way harder, calling on them but they could still not hear him.
"Quit it little boy! They will never hear you", Father Christmas said to him with a mischievous smile.
The boy turned to run away in the opposite direction but was blocked from going anywhere by Father Christmas who appeared right in front of him, swiftly gripping him at the neck, giving it a severe squeeze. He then raised the boy up and threw him over the balustrade. The boy fell heavily on the floor and lost his life immediately, with blood flowing out of the punctures at his neck.
Father Christmas wore a satisfactory smoke as he watched the lifeless boy. He walked away slowly.
* * *
Joseph chortled with delight. "You have a good sense of humour", he said to Magdalene. They were both chatting in the living room.
"That's just me...love it when people enjoy my company", she smiled cheekily at him.
"Yeah! I have to say, I'm really enjoying this chat", he replied.
Magdalene observed his mansion and got awed by it. "You really own such a beautiful mansion", she remarked.
"Yeah! Something I'm proud of", he replied with pride.
"Let's do quick and fall in love so I'd be living here with you", she joked, which made Joseph laugh. "Living here alone is really boring", she behaved dramatically concerned.
"Actually...I don't stay here alone all the time", Joseph controlled his laughter, "I have servants that come here everyday and do some stuffs for me from 9am to 5pm", he said.
"Oh!", Magdalene reacted, "That's great though!"
"There's a question I want to ask you. Hope it won't offend you?", Joseph indirectly asked for permission.
She gave what he said a little thought, before she sat up and said;"I have no problem with whatsoever question you want to ask: We're trying to know each other here so, I don't mind."
"Why did you become a call girl?", he suddenly asked.
"Woah! Tough one", she gave out a short chuckle, "Well...I come from a very poor family. When I lost my Dad, things became tough for the rest of us because my mother was never earning money for the family at that time. When she wanted to, she fell ill with a very strange health condition...she's been bedridden for the past five years", she narrated.
"Then you decided to become a call girl to make ends meet right?", Joseph stared at her with a pitiful looking face. She nodded her head to signify he was right.
"That's really saddening. How many siblings do you have if I may ask?", he sighed.
"They're two...two boys in secondary school. I take care of them with the money I get from the prostitution business", she answered.
"If I help you with some money...", said Joseph.
"And be my boyfriend", she joked, cutting him short.
Joseph smiled at her in surprise. He continued;"Would you promise to stop the prostitution business?"
"Sure! I never liked it from the beginning", she spoke with a simper.
"That's good", Joseph nodded his head in delight.
"How about the boyfriend part?", she grinned childishly.
"Boyfriend?", Joseph laughed over it, "Let's know each other more. We shouldn't rush over it."
"I see the greenlight", she giggled and Wisdom followed along.