FLASHBACK: In my plans with Gbenga, we agreed on going to my house to pick some of my cloths as I can spread them in  places my wife and her mother will always see them, just to torment them the more. Then after which Gbenga and i will go to chike's house by same midnight to sprinkle the feathers and blood of a dead cock at his entrance. It wasn't a simple task but am a ghost.. 

BACK TO PRESENT: 
What a quirk of fate.. As Chike arrived to my house at midnight to complete his task, Lo and behold, the ghost appeared. Chike! Chike!! Chike!!!, I called three times from my sitting room as it echoes in my bedroom. Chike shivered as he took to heel out of my bedroom to the door and behold he saw me sitting down on my sofa. Me in a thunderous voice
 "Chike, u were supposed to be my best friend. Why did u conive to kill me?"  As he shiver and panicked, he begged and try to use the door as he ran, but unfortunately I locked the door before I sat down earlier on the sofa. As i approached him slowly with my hands stretched while fume was coming out of my mouth, with my face rubbed with Abimbola's powder sainting like a woman who came for a child's omugwor.. Lol....I can feel the adrenaline pump evidenced by chike's vibration and disorganized actions of flight mode. His blood pressure was up as he used the window and fell from upstairs, sustaining a dislocation which I wondered how he ran with it....but eh, Africans can fear spirit sha!!! Lol... I went downstairs and took the backyard.
Will i spare them or continue to torment them?

YOU AINT SEEN NOTHING YET.  THIS IS JUST A TIP OF AN ICEBERG

To be continued..