THE DEMONIC BOOK

ONIC BO

the room dark, the book glowed and flipped it's pages, and the bright lights came on as usual. I started reading the words written on the pages and the voice came again. But this time, it was not audible. It was as if the words it said were printed in my heart directly. I didn't hear what it said with my ears. I rather heard its instructions in my heart. It told me that in place of any of my family members, I must sacrifice three people who must not be more than twenty seven years old. It said I had only twenty four hours to do that. In the heart communication channel, I asked how I'd do that and it told me to use the money. Just then, the book shut itself and the lights went off. On the ground beside me, I saw wraps of five hundred Naira notes amounting to one hundred and fifty thousand Naira. I packed the money and left the house. That night I went to Asaba. There, I secured the services of three prostitutes and paid them with the money. I paid them fifty thousand Naira each and they were happy they got a generous customer. Nothing happened to them until I left and that made me wonder if I used the money as I was supposed to. Back in Onitsha, I went to the hospital to check on my son. His recovery rate was astonishing. The doctors and nurses were already calling him a miraculous child. They were baffled by the speed of his recovery. He was discharged two days later. Written by: Yùñg Tyga stories After I returned from Asaba, the book called me again. This time, the voice commended me. It said that I had done well and would be rewarded. Indeed, I was rewarded for sacrificing the lives of three innocent girls. My business boomed more. I got a warehouse outside the market and became an associate importer. Some of the people in our line who were convinced that I did something diabolical to boost my business came and begged me to show them the way. But I dismissed them. I told them my