😔 so sorry I wasn't feeling well and had to take a break from everything.... I'm back now

Previously on Catch Me If You Can.
By: twitchjnr
Episode: 5

Kofi adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes scanning the road behind him. "So, Madam, you want to go to the Kwame Nkrumah Circle, right?"

"Yes, Driver," the passenger replied, her voice firm. "And I'm willing to pay 100 cedis for the trip."

Kofi raised an eyebrow. "But Madam, the fare is 150 cedis. It's a long distance."

The passenger haggled, her voice rising. "I know, Driver, but I'm not paying that much. 100 cedis is my final offer."

Kofi sighed, glancing in the rearview mirror again. That's when he saw it - a black car tailing him closely. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Okay, Madam, 100 cedis it is," Kofi said, trying to focus on the road.

As he drove, the black car kept pace with him, its tinted windows reflecting the streetlights. Kofi's heart raced, his mind racing with possibilities.

Meanwhile, Nadia locked her doors and windows, her gun within reach. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.

Just then, the TV news anchor interrupted the program. "Sorry for the interruption, but this is breaking news. Reports are coming in of a gruesome murder in Tema Community 7. The victim, a young woman, was found with her internal organs removed, and multiple puncture wounds on her body. The police are investigating and urge anyone with information to come forward."

Kofi and Annabel watched in horror as the news report continued. They were left with a sense of dread and uncertainty.
Kofi's eyes widened as he saw the footage of the crime scene. The black car tailing him earlier flashed in his mind.

"Annabel, I think I saw something today," Kofi said, his voice trembling. "A black car was following me. I think it might be connected to this murder."

Annabel's eyes went wide with fear. "Kofi, what have you gotten yourself into?"

To be Continued.............

Previously on : Catch Me If You Can
By : @twicthjnr

Episode 4

Ayerley sat nervously in the pastor's office, fidgeting with her hands. "Pastor, I don't know what's going on, but I saw something terrible at my stall today. I was unpacking my goods when I saw...when I saw a body. It was grotesque, Pastor. And the smell...oh God, the smell was unbearable."

The pastor nodded sympathetically, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "My child, you have been cursed. Someone has placed a hex on your stall, and that's why you're seeing these things."

Ayerley's eyes widened in fear. "A curse? What can I do, Pastor?"

The pastor smiled, pulling out a small bottle of oil from his desk drawer. "This is special oil, blessed by the Lord himself. Sprinkle it at your stall every morning and evening, and the curse will be lifted."

Ayerley took the bottle, her hands shaking. "How much do I owe you, Pastor?"

The pastor waved his hand. "Don't worry about it, my child. Just make sure to use the oil as instructed."

Ayerley left the pastor's office, feeling a mix of relief and fear. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that the pastor was hiding something.

Meanwhile, Nadia settled into her hotel room, flipping through the TV channels. Suddenly, a news report caught her attention. Another body had been found, similar to the one at the Accra Mall parking lot. The reporter mentioned that the victim's internal organs were missing, and Nadia felt a chill run down her spine.

She couldn't look away, her eyes glued to the screen. What was going on in this city? And why did she feel drawn to it, like a moth to a flame?

As the report ended, Nadia felt a sense of unease. She tried to shake it off, telling herself it was just her imagination. But the image of the body lingered in her mind, haunting her.

And then, she saw it. A small note on the bedside table, with a message scrawled in red ink: "Welcome to Accra, Nadia. You'll never leave."

Nadia's heart racing, she wondered if she had made a terrible mistake coming to this city. But she was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what lay ahead. ____

Here is the continuation of the story:

Kofi sat on the couch, his girlfriend Annabel snuggled up beside him. "I had the weirdest day today," he said, shaking his head.

"What happened?" Annabel asked, concern etched on her face.

Kofi hesitated, unsure how to share the strange events. "I saw a note at the taxi rank. It said...it said '1st April 2028, Accra, BE THERE.....'

Annabel's eyes widened in fear. "Kofi, what's going on? This sounds really creepy."

Kofi nodded. "I know. And it's not just the notes. I saw something at the taxi rank today...something that didn't feel right. But I don't know what it means."

Annabel pleaded with him, "Kofi, please don't go back to that taxi rank. Something feels off. You can work somewhere else, anywhere else."

Kofi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Annabel, I know you're scared, but I need to work. And Community 11 is the most popular taxi rank in Accra. It's where I'll make the most money."

Annabel's voice trembled. "But what about our baby? I'm pregnant, Kofi. We need to think about our future, our safety."

Kofi pulled her close. "I know, my love. And I am thinking about our future. That's why I need to work. But I promise you, I'll be careful. I'll watch my back."

Annabel looked up at him, her eyes searching. "You promise?"

Kofi nodded. "I promise. But please, don't worry too much. I'll be fine."

Annabel nodded, though her eyes still held a hint of fear. "Okay, but please be careful."

As they hugged, Kofi couldn't shake off the feeling that something was indeed off. But he pushed it aside, determined to provide for his growing family.

To be continued..........