Possessed | Emmanuel Enaku | Short Fiction
It all began that night. Yes, that night would not be forgotten so easily. The croaking of frogs, fluttering wings of fruit bats, the cawing of owls that rested on the Ukwa tree every night.
It all began that night. Yes, that night would not be forgotten so easily. The croaking of frogs, fluttering wings of fruit bats, the cawing of owls that rested on the Ukwa tree every night.