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Chapter 36: The Imp and the six months old baby

""I'm scared. I feel restless. Never felt like this in a long time. I don't know what's wrong with me but I'm

sure that it's an omen. I'm really scared and I feel like staying up all night. I don't even know which of

the feelings to choose. Whether to stay up all night or just go out with our baby."

A woman said. She was sitting opposite a man. The room was fairly illuminated. There was a lantern

sitting on the top of what was close to a cupboard.

He looked at her. He seemed fed up with her complaints and couldn't possibly stand it,

"You know that's a crazy thought right? Going into the dark with our only 6 month old baby. Quit that

thought please before you get on my nerves."

He said, picking a chop of the cooked meat in the bowl. The fat lump seemed too big for his jaws, so he Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

tried as much as possible to crunch it. At least the best way he could.

That was the only thing he found solace in between the remonstrations of his wife and the crying baby.

If he was made to choose between the baby and his wife. Of course he would choose his wife. He

wouldn't get to suck the breasts of his child. He loved breasts a lot.

Call him crazy for all he cared.

He watched her stand up and go to the bed. She gently and carefully swooped into her arms, the baby

daintily wrapped into the skin with fur.

She returned to the chair and put the baby on her lap.

"You are only scared because of the news we've been hearing. That's all. There's nothing more to it.

Every mother is as scared as you. But none would have the baby in hand while eating. It's crazy. Snap

outta that illusion. "

He paused for a while then continue,

"And you sure know that this is a slap in my own face. I'm here and you are scared. Like I'm not

enough to protect you?"

He said rather frustrated than disappointed. She didn't seem to care, she shot back,

"If you were capable, why didn't you do a thing when the monster came in the broad daylight and killed

my sister. Why didn't you do a thing?"

She was beginning to sob. He didn't leave where he was. He tried to explain to her.

"I've told told you times without number that she wasn't killed by that monster. She was killed because

of that incompetent herbalist who gave the wrong potion for the gores."

She stopped sobbing and hissed.

"And you made the gores? Did it leap on her? Didn't that ugly thing of a monster."

The man stood up and walked to where the lantern was. He opened the cupboard and brought out a

skin of drink.

He walked to the door and turned to her,

"I'll catch fresh air. Else I'll be forced to do what I don't want to."

He said and opened the door.

But as he opened the door, his wife heard him choke. She didn't put down the baby. She stood up.

Then she heard a snapping. She trembled. She didn't know what to think.

Then immediately, she saw a body fell backwards into the room. The body was headless.

Twas her dead husband.

Before her mental ken could ripple and toss the best reaction to his body, she saw the tall, stinky,

hideous and lanky monster walked in.

She hugged the baby tightly and ran to where the lantern was.

She held the baby with one hand and threw the lantern at the monster.

It hit his chest and fell on the floor. There was an ignition.

She scrambled to where the oil that fueled the light. She threw every of its content at the monster.

The monster was set ablaze. That should be all. But that was far from being all.

Suddenly, she felt a blow knocked her out. That was the last thing she remembered.

But she could here her baby crying.