NOW YOU KNOW

I have been roaming around the street for two years now. I live inside his body, a madman. Most times, when I come out of his body to take a stroll, he sees me and begs me not to kill him. I would smile and disappear into thin air.

Mr Kingsley was beating his 45-year-old wife in front of their three beautiful kids when I appeared in the sitting room. He tied her to a chair and used his thick belt to lash her. Her skin tore at every lash, and she'll let out a loud cry. Their children, fitted on a couch opposite their Mom, wailed loudly as their Dad inflicted pain on their mother.
Mr Kingsley has always been a monster. The first time I appeared in their living room, he had tied her this way and flogged her. He did this every day for two years since I became this way.

I come here every day to watch him, but I hadn't found a way to stop him, not yet. But this time, I'm here to save Mrs Kingsley from her husband.

The next morning, Mrs Kingsley prepared a good stew with big chunks of meat. She served the stew on rice to her kids, who sat patiently at the dining table. Her husband was not around to cause her pain that morning.

She dished out rice from a porcelain pot into the plates in front of the children and served hers too. They ate the food and commented on how delicious the food tasted. They tore the meat with their canine and chewed with their molar. Not only that, but they nodded their head repeatedly at how delicious the meat is. I tasted the meat too. Very delicious.

I got out of Mrs Kingsley's body and watched the family eat happily. Mrs Kingsley smiled from where she sat, seeing her children happy after a long time.

I took myself to the bathroom, where Mr Kingsley lay lifeless without his head. I smiled in relief.
I had possessed Mrs Kingsley's body and gotten rid of her nightmare. Furthermore, I made her chop off his head for a nice stew and served it to the rest of the family. He taste pleasant. Wicked people taste pleasant.

I reappeared to the dining room and looked at the family picture hung on the wall.
Mr Kingsley, his wife and four children. One of the children had died two years ago. He molested that one every day. He had watched porn one night, staring at the screen of his phone, he saw a man choking a young girl, and that was what he did. Likewise, he chokes his daughter to death while molesting her. It was late. So, he woke up his partner in crime, his wife, to help dispose of her body where no one can find her, and then they'll say she committed suicide. Yes, Mrs Kingsley was aware that her husband molests one of her children, but she could not do anything because it was the only way their wealth came.
That girl was Me.

After I died, my spirit found no rest. I lived in a madman's body for the past two years. The mad man had coincidentally brought me back to this family during one of his roaming activity. And that was how I was able to appear back to this family.
I possessed Mr. Kingsley to beat his wife every day and now, I've finalized my plan. Mrs Kingsley will rot in jail for a murder I committed. Now, I can rest in peace.

Now you know
By Jessica Ekwubiri

Inspired by True-Crime stories.