I started reading when I was a year old, my father hired a lot of tutors to teach me from infancy. I learnt to play board games when I was four; chess, checkers, scrabble and many others. I played with masters and started beating them at eight, around that time was when my father started giving me tasks. The tasks involved finding missing animals, toys and solving puzzles. He never said why he was giving me that training, I always assumed that he was training me to become a lawyer like himself. 

I walked out of the house heading to where Kelvin was, Kelvin’s clothes was drenched with sweat, it was as if he took a bath with his cloth on. I stood right by him, “Kelvin, a person can live on the air in a coffin for a little over five hours. That is, if that person was buried with a coffin, if not, the person has just less than thirty minutes to live.” Kelvin dropped the shovel he was holding. He walked to me and grabbed my collar with his two palm. I struggled to breathe, Kelvin’s grip was tight enough to strangle me if he held me for more than ten minutes. He shoved me, I fell on my butt. ,”Since we got here you didn’t even tried to dig, not even once!Now you want to tell me that you think Susan is dead?!” Kelvin's vibrated like the thunderclap as he spoke, the veins in his palm popped out like wires due to how tight his clenched fist was. “What is even wrong with you? Is Susan not your friend?! If you were the person missing, I know Susan will do anything, anything! To find you. But you gave up on her without even trying, how can you be so calm, Susan is still missing for God’s sake!” As Kelvin spoke, all I could see was the pain and sadness trapped in his eyes. “Get out of here!” Kelvin yelled, “I will keep digging, I won’t stop until I find Susan.” As I sat and watch Kelvin get back to his shovel, I began to question my own sanity. Why the heck am I so calm? I looked at my dirty palm as I swallowed in thought. The pressure Kelvin felt was very far from me, to meit was as if I was solving another puzzle. I staggered up and walked out of the compound, my steps was inconsistent, like that of a drunk. Getting home, I walked straight to my room, for some reason there was no bed in my room, so the only option was to spend the night on the bare floor.

The next morning I got up to find out that nothing was in my room, all my belongings was gone, clothes, bags, everything it was just an empty room. I walked to the sitting room, just like my room it was empty. Same thing with my parent’s room and my sister’s room everything was gone. The whole house was empty, my sibling and parents no where to be found. I picked my phone to call my dad, his number was no longer in existence. Same thing with my sister’s and my Mother’s number. Everything felt too real to be a dream, I walked back to my room and laid on the floor. I took out a phone from my pocket, the phone belonged to Aaron, I stole it back when I grabbed his thigh in the restaurant. The phone was locked, I dropped it right beside me on the floor and took out another phone from my pocket. The next phone I took out belonged to Susan, I opened her Facebook, logged out, then logged back in using Aaron’s number. Facebook asked for a password, I clicked on forgot password then Facebook sent a one time password to Aaron's number. Since I had his phone, I copied the password and logged into his Facebook account with Susan’s phone. I browsed through his Facebook book profile and found his house address, number thirty deep avenue. It was on the same street with the house he sent us to yesterday. I got up and walked out of the empty house, for some reason the disappearance of everything in my house didn’t bother me. I had only one thing in mind, and it was finding Susan.

 The cab I took dropped me right in front of Aaron’s house, it was a bungalow looking exactly like the house we went to yesterday. I jumped over the fence and into the compound because the entrance gate was locked. I walked to the door of the house, turned the knob and it was locked too. I walked round the house and found an open window, I hopped into the house through it. The sitting room was a bit dark because of the tinted windows, the paintings on the wall was worn out green with dirty patches on it. Behind one of the red cushions was what I found most strange; a red liquid smeared on the wall. As I walked towards this wall, I began to see red spots on the ground, whit each step I take the bigger the spots become. I touched the red liquid on the wall,then I placed my palm close to my nose. Even though the liquid is almost dry, it still smelled like blood.

The door of the house squeaked, footsteps approach, I hid behind the cushion by me. The sound of the footstep got louder and louder, “I hope the police arrested those two boys, I didn’t wait this long for nothing!” The voice sounded very familiar, “those two fools,” the cushion squealed, signalling that the person just sat on one of them. At that point I realized who the voice belonged, it was Aaron’s. “Why would I bury the girl I love? The girl I have a connection with? Foolish kids.” Aaron sighed.