I nervously opened my door and came face to face with the hostel president, a policeman in uniform and the SUG president. I stared at them with panic.
“please can we come in?. The officer has some important questions to ask you” the SUG president explained while my heart froze. My guilty conscience was at its worst that moment.
I fearfully allowed them into the room, my heart pounding furiously as the policeman took a sharp look round my room before settling down on the only plastic chair i had, while the two students with him stood and stared at me. I knew they all noticed my nervous behaviour.
“I’m here to question you as a result of the body discovered in your lodge. The dead girl found under the stairs” The serious looking officer said to me as he brought out a small notebook which he opened.
“so what’s your name?” he asked. I breathed deeply and looked at the hostel president who nodded to me in agreement. I slowly murmured my name, repeating it twice.
“you saw the girl’s body right?” the officer asked. I swallowed hard and nodded. Nmeka’s image quickly appeared in my head.
“yes i saw her” i answered weakly,
“do you know her?” he asked, sending my heart flying with the question.
“um no, not at all” i replied,
“are you sure?” he asked again,
“yes i’m sure” i answered,
“you mean you have never ran across her even in school premises?” he asked.
“yes i’m sure, i havn’t seen her anywhere” i answered a bit boldly. He marked something in his book, closed it and stood up.
“thanks for your time, but i may be back” he grinned before leaving.
I locked my door, fell on my bed and covered my head with a pillow.
“liar, d–n you liar” i heard Nmeka’s voice scream in my head, sickening me.
I la!d awake all night, scared and afraid. I was scared of Nmeka’s ghost, scared of the police and scared of being discovered.
A very terrible wind equally blew that night as if rain was about to pour, but there came no rain, instead the wind kept making strange noises on my window which seriously terrified me.
Early tuesday morning i packed some of my clothes in a small bag and headed to my friend Gideon’s lodge. I just couldn’t stay all alone in my room anymore.
Unfortunately Gideon and his neighbours were all too eager to hear the dead girl’s story, especially how she looked, who was being suspected and so on. They wanted to hear everything without knowing that they were upsetting me with their questions.
The more i managed to answer, the more questions they asked to the extent that i almost lost the remaining part of my mind.
Early wednesday morning i headed home to be with my surprised parents who were very astonished to see me return home in the middle of the week. I managed to mutter some lousy explanation which i believed they never truly bought.
But then it was as if the devil had so much interest in my case, because by 8:15am the next day, the hostel president called me on phone, asking me to show up at the lodge.
“The police needs to search your room”. He ended up saying.