The Dead Man's Door And Other Stories

By Yimanu Gbaradere Kianen

À perfect combination of short horror stories
guaranteed to send shivers down your spine.

In the first story, James and his wife, faced with
a daunting challenge---childlessness---decide to
consult a seer only to discover that words can
sometimes be taken at face value.

In the second, a couple adopts a boy from an
orphanage and unwittingly invites a trail of dark
and mysterious happenings.

In the third, Mr and Mrs Elias, a Nigerian couple
resident in the U.K, cook up a plan to get rid of a
blackmailer who had caused them countless
sleepless nights. What happens when Mrs Elias
discovers that she may have killed her husband
instead of the blackmailer?

In the fourth, two boys storm a haunted house in
the hope of proving false a ghost theory.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yimanu Gbaradere Kianen
• Release date: Nov 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370656158

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THE DEAD MAN'S DOOR AND OTHER STORIES

BY

YIMANU KIANEN

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER PRODUCT OF THE AUTHOR’S IMAGINATION OR ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, BUSINESS ESTABLISHMENTS, EVENTS, OR LOCALES IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

COPYRIGHT C。2017 BY YIMANU KIANEN.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior permission of the copyright owner/holder.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

· The cry of a baby 3

· Allan is my name 10

· Murder in London 17

· The Dead man's door 23

THE CRY OF A BABY

James sat on the sofa in his living room looking impassively up at the whirling fan. The peculiar krom krom krom sound the fan made as its hub grazed the little cup above it filled him with a sort of fascination——a fascination born out of the desperate need to snap out of the many worries niggling him.

Somewhere in the house, a female voice was singing nonchallantly away. It was his wife, Leelabari, crooning as she ran the vacuum. He listened with a mixture of pride and dismay as she warbled her way through the AMAZING GRACE song.

He couldn’t begin to understand women.To them, it seemed feelings were clothes one donned and discarded at one’s whims. For how could you begin to understand the happy crooning of a woman who after ten sodding years had failed to prove her worthH Ten years——ten frigging years—— and you’d think some drops of that amazing grace that she so passionately sang about would have spattered on them.

NoH their childlessness would no longer be a thing to sweep under the carpet as she so wanted it to be. They needed to confront this

issue head on. The problem was ‘head on’ was a difficult concept to define. Particularly when you considered the many churches they’d had to visit for a solution.

Churches were not enough, he decided as he propped his sneakered feet on the centre table, he needed to up his ante.

At the office........

Later that afternoon at work, as he sat in his little compartment trying to sort out a little paperwork, he couldn’t concentrate. His stomach lurched and his vision was blurry. The ’childlessness’ problem was taking its toll on him.

He stretched extravagantly in his swivel chair and eased his tie a bit. Seeing a seer was out of the question. He knew Leelabari would never approve of it.

Yet.

He checked his watch. It was twelve noon. Lunch-break.