Chapter 4: Game Wey Get Blood

Aunty Temi scream, rush try separate them, but nobody help. She fall for ground.

Her wrapper shift, she land for buttocks. She hiss, dust body, her eye red like fire.

She hold her yansh, eye red with anger.

For her mind, you fit see say she dey blame everybody, even herself.

That time, everybody phone ring at once.

The ringtone loud, echo dey everywhere, the kain sound wey dey wake person from coma.

[Ten minutes remain. Only two minutes left.]

[Abeg, the person wey luck worst, choose how you wan die. If time finish, na force execution.]

People dey tap phone like say e go erase the message. The room cold, even fan no dey blow reach.

Everybody stare message, face change.

Some dey hold chest, others dey hold head. "God, abeg!" One girl dey cry for corner.

Fear everywhere.

You fit feel am for air. People dey whisper, "I no wan die."

But Aunty Temi raise eyebrow, small smile show, she look Morayo.

Na sharp glance, almost like say she get plan. People dey notice but nobody talk.

She see Morayo squat for ground, dey shake.

Morayo dey sweat, hair dey rough. Her lips dey tremble, her eyes dey red.

Pink skirt, wetness dey spread under her.

People dey cover nose. The air get strong smell. But nobody dey laugh.

Na so fear catch her, she no even know say she piss for body.

She just dey cry, voice don break. You fit pity am.

Dem look each other. Morayo eye shine, she rush grab Aunty Temi hand:

She dey beg with her whole heart, her voice small, but the pain loud.

“Class prefect, Aunty Temi, I no wan die! Na only you fit save me—abeg!”

She grip Aunty Temi hand, almost dey kneel for her leg. Her hope dey hang on the prefect.

“The rule talk say Luck King fit do anything, no limit, so abeg help me!”

She dey try use loophole, hope dey shine for her face.

“Just post for group say I no go chop this punishment, I no go die!”

Her eyes dey plead. The room quiet, all ear dey on Aunty Temi.

People begin get hope.

Na Naija na, loophole dey everywhere. "Ah, this one sure!" person dey whisper. "No be only me reason am."

Somebody laugh:

The laughter weak but e bring small light. “You get sense, Morayo. Na so we go do.”

“True talk! Just do am, nothing go happen.”

People dey clap for her. “Sharp babe, na you get brain.”

“Na big loophole be that. Na prank jare.”

One boy dey flex muscle, “Dem no fit do anything. Na all this tech prank.”

“Dem fit lock door and window, make e fear person—see as dem catch me sef.”

Another shout: “Na juju? Abeg, na comedy!”

Boys begin laugh. One just turn, dey look under Morayo skirt, eye dey shine.

Him eye dey rove, but one girl slap am for head: “No dey craze!” Everybody still dey tense but small laugh dey show.

“Tsk tsk, pink skirt—Morayo piss for body. That puddle...”

He shake head. “Omo, na real wahala.”

Auwalu and Opeyemi just relax, forget fight.

Dem sidon separate, dey rub their bruises, but small peace dey show for air.

But Aunty Temi no gree. She ask for group chat:

Her fingers dey move fast, she dey squint at screen, almost as if she dey reason how e go save everybody.

[Na sure say anything wey I want fit happen? As long as I talk am, e go work?]

She dey confirm loophole, eye dey shine with small hope.

Halima Musa reply sharp sharp: [Yes. Just post your wish for group, e go happen sharp.]

E be like the room freeze. Message enter, the air get cold, all the hope just disappear.

Everybody shock.

You fit see mouth open, people dey blink, some dey cross self. “Abeg, na who dey do this?”

Morayo scream, fear don come back. She cry:

Her voice dey break, tears dey pour. “Abeg, e don do! Na play you dey play with my life?”

“Aunty Temi, you dey mad? My life dey on the line, abeg no play!”

Her voice high, body dey tremble. “God abeg! I beg you!”

Before she fit move, Aunty Temi don type: [I want all Morayo money. Transfer everything to my account.]

People shock, voice catch throat. You fit hear whisper, “She dey craze?”

Ding dong.

Sound enter Aunty Temi phone, loud for room. Everybody dey look her screen.

Next thing, Aunty Temi phone show ten million naira.

People dey open mouth, boys dey whistle, some dey snap am for evidence.

Everybody eye open, breath dey heavy.

“Ten million!” Person for back shout, “Ha! Na jazz be this!”

Morayo shock: “If you talk since, I for give you!”

Her voice dey faint, she dey sob, as if she just lose everything wey she get.

Suddenly, Halima Musa drop another message: [Time up. Morayo no choose how to die. Force execution.]

The font for phone just red, as if blood dey drip. Some girls dey shake, boys dey cross self.

Classmates scream, run from her.

People dey scatter, chairs dey fly, slippers dey lost. Everybody rush go wall.

Everybody corner, dey dodge her.

Na so everybody dey eye Morayo like say she get leprosy.

Big space form, leave Morayo for center.

The space wide, as if dem dey do church deliverance. She stand alone, shaking.

Her eyes wide, sweat dey pour, body dey shake.

Her lips dey tremble, she dey murmur, “Mummy, abeg!”

The wet under her dey spread.

Even the floor dey glisten. Nobody wan near am.

One second, two, three...

Time slow down. Some dey count with their finger, others dey pray.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing happen.

One or two people breathe out. “Maybe na prank—”

Auwalu laugh, relax.

He clap for himself, siddon. “Omo, dem no fit do anything.”

He stand, slap Aunty Temi.

Two quick slap, the sound loud, e echo for room. Some people dey shout “Hey!”

Slap! Slap!

Her head shift, she grab her cheek. Everybody mouth open.

Before he talk, loud bang come, like watermelon burst—gbam!

The sound heavy, blood just spray for air. People scream, one girl faint.

“Ah—!”

The whole room scatter. Some dey close eye, some dey kneel down dey pray.

That moment, everybody—boy, girl—shout with all their power.

Voice dey up and down. The fear real, e no get part two.

Auwalu no fit look. Eye open, body dey shake.

He dey tremble like generator wey no wan start. His palm dey sweat, lips dey quiver.

He force turn. First thing na blood pool, then flesh scatter.

The floor red, bits of flesh dey everywhere. Even wall collect small stain.

Auwalu eye wide, mouth open.

He try talk, voice no gree. E be like his brain just pause.

He freeze for seconds.

His whole body stiff, as if spirit dey hold am.

“Ah—!”

He scream again, this one deep, e be like echo from grave.

The blood smell hit nose like burnt jollof rice—bitter and sharp.

But as the countdown begin, everybody dey reason—who go survive this Naija horror?