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  © ganiuofficial from picart ****** Ganiu stepped out of the warm comfort of his best friend’s house into the cold harmattan air. The sun was quickly slipping beneath the horizon and the trees of the forest cast long twisted shadows across the yard. Ganiu said goodbye to his friend and thanked his mother for having him over, as their goodbyes drew to a close the front door swung shut, and a silence fell over Ganiu. He stared out across the lawn into the twilight forest that awaited him. It was only a fifteen minute walk from his friend’s house to his own, and he had made that walk countless times before, but as he watched the night descend upon the world, something sinister began to fill the shadows. Ganiu knew what was coming next. It didn’t happen often, but he knew tonight it would be coming for him. There was an acute sense of dread in the air, and he could almost feel its gaze watching him from the ever lengthening shadows. Ganiu stepped off his friend’s porch and into the night.

  Read Ubloo Part IV  here --------- My bangs stuck to the small bit of forehead above my blindfold in matted clumps. Mostly from sweat, but also from the dirt and grime of living in this dirty shit hole for the last month and a half. I lifted my butt off my heels from where I was kneeling to avoid getting cramps in my thighs, and swayed slightly from side to side as I got light headed from the sudden movement and blood rush. If they don’t feed us before we move again I don’t think I’ll survive the trip. My knees gave a small pop as they cracked when I sat back down again. Through the cracked wooden door I could hear the screaming among the rhythmic thwacks. What was it today? Broom stick? Cricket bat? Whatever it was it sounded relatively light. I always thought it strange that lighter things tended to hurt more when you were hit with them. The noises of beating subsided and I heard some hushed words exchanged angrily. There was some rustling, a creak, and then the sounds of dragging

© Ganiuofficial from picsart My name is John. I am a sound designer for video games. I love my work and I have been doing it for quite some time. I used to work for a small indie game developer called Rage Games LLC. My friend David, who hired me after I quit my last job for personal reasons, owned Rage Games. The company did very well and we had our share of small game development success but mostly did outsourced work for larger clients. David’s brother Steve was a producer at one of the largest game developers in the world. He often would outsource smaller projects to our company as a favor to his brother. That is where the bulk of our work came from. We only had a dozen or so staff members at the company. I was close with several people at the company and considered them my second family. David was my friend of several years and was a rugged middle-aged man who had been playing games since he was five. Janet was this quiet little blonde girl who loved fantasy books, game level desi