A Burglar Ghost By My Window [ script 1]

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I was walking out into the main street from my Crescent to buy stuffs as usual, this time a tooth paste, when I met him again.

Good morning bro” I greeted like usual

yea Good morning guy, how was your night

Thank God sir

Going out to buy something

Yes bro

Ok

Then we parted as usual and I continued my trekking. That’s how it’s use to be between me and this guy. I always like to accord him his respect, May be it was because he was on his middle 30 weigh older than me, just like my mind tells me. He was a neighbour, opposite our well fenced compound, and has married with kids; that’s all I know about him.

On another very day in our house being 17th July, I was there in the sitting room with my siblings whom all were discussing something that I don’t want to partake in, because I have a whole lot of writing to do that day.

I sat in the sitting room dinning with my papers and my laptops with my mind very far away, scourging through the realm to make it happen, how to strategize the plot of this upcoming wonderful Movie Story that I was writing for my blog; ‘A bug in the middle of the sea’.

Throughout that day I was hitting my fingers on my laptops as I was roaming around the world with my mind. I could manage to hear them say it.

It has been going on for some time now” Amaka our first daughter said.

Yes of course, in this particular occasion, the man was lamenting about his expensive clothes he hung on the rope outside, his shoes on his front door… all of them gone under the twinkle of an eye” Joy our second sister and our last born said

Who could be doing such a thing in this vicinity?

Wait Dear” joy interrupted “The other time Mr Noel the owner of the house adjacent to ours reported of car battery missing from where he kept it in his house, a pair of slippers that wasn’t Mr. Noel’s, was left in front of his house, the sandals he left in front of the door was now also missing, all happened the same time.

It might be the same person that carried the car battery that took also those pair of sandals leaving his own behind” Amaka said with a low tone, folding his arms in surprise.

Is not that it might…but is directly the same person that is performing all those acts, not even only these ones, there were still many events that had gone on here and there and it’s still the same person

But how have they been able to know that it was him

This gossip was what is passing through my ears as i was scourging through my memory to find a better and convincing plot for my movie Story.

At 9:30 PM, still that 17th July I was then feeling like changing my position, because I have stayed longer than I have expected in that dining table, I picked up my laptop, my Samsung android phone and my books, stood up headed for our room.

To be Continued Watch out for the next Script

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