Murder At Midnight (Prologue)


The room door burst open and a couple, both roped in intimate passion, lips on lips and hands all over each other, managed to get in but left the door ajar. The man pulled apart from the lady briefly, so as to put on the ceiling fan and light bulb. When he returned, they peeled each other’s clothes off and jumped on the bed.

Their moaning filled the room as both moved to pleasure each other.

The rotating blades of the ceiling fan displayed moving shadows on the two figures; one behind the other who happened to be on all fours. His thrust came in quick strokes, so did their moans as they ascended the height of intimate pleasure.

When she went flat on the bed, he positioned himself closer behind her backside and continued to thrust.

“Oh baby, I’m cumming,” he said amidst moans and continuous thrusting. “Arrhhh!” His seed shot against the rubber walls of his condom. He fell on her. Panting. Gradually, he rolled off to the side.

“Wow! Baby, that was awesome. I wonder why we didn’t find each other sooner. Baby? Sweetheart?”

He got no response, and her silence worried him. Didn’t she enjoy it as much as he did? He wondered. He turned to look at her. She still lay face down. Her head looked in the opposite direction.

“Baby?” He turned her to face him. Her eyes were cold.

He pulled closer. “Baby? Baby, please talk to me.” He tapped her cheeks several times. Fear was beginning to set in.

“Baby?” He listened for her heartbeat. Nothing. He touched one side of her neck and hands to check for a pulse. Still nothing. “Baby please wake up!” his heart slammed against his chest and fear completely took over.

He tried to pull her up. His hand touched something wet and thick. It was blood, oozing out from a round hole at the other side of her neck.

“No! No! No, no, no… how? This can’t be.”

Still in panic, he jumped off the bed and hurriedly got dressed. He looked at the body of his partner one last time and then ran out of the room. He scurried down the stairs, into the sitting room and out of the house. The door slammed shut behind him.

Out in the cold night, beneath the crescent moon, he ran. Birds whistled on nearby trees and crickets sang. All oblivious of a pair of eyes that watched silently from the shadows.


To be continued…

This is a Pelleura story.

Idea and write-up by Karo Oforofuo. Read the previous chapters here

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Karo Oforofuo is an experienced freelance writer, an author of several fiction books, and a blogger at, where she entertains readers with mouth-watering stories, and business tips for writers. She also specializes in helping authors who want to start and grow their reader base, through consulting sessions. When she’s not working, she’s busy reading the next best paranormal romance novel or writing one.

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