Lovelyn branched off the highway onto the dirt road that led to Dodowa, the small town in which she had been living for the past five years with her husband. It was just a quarter to five o'clock in the evening. It was already getting dark and she didn't want it to be completely dark before she could get home. It wasn't that she was likely to get mugged or anything but she just wanted to be on the safer side. Just this morning, there was a story of a woman who was hacked to death with an axe, on the other side of town. She didn't believe it will happen on this road but she just wanted to be safe. The evening air was chilly, as was custom of this time of year. This was another reason she wanted to get home early to avoid the cold air. Her car had developed a fault, which she hadn't repaired because she was short on cash, which means no heating in the car.
She was a few kilometres from her house when she saw an old lady, standing by the road. She seemed cold as she pulled her jacket tighter. There were no houses in sight so she figured the old lady had probably walked from the town before Dodowa. Lovelyn was surprised. Her presumption of where the old lady had walked from to get to where she was now was quite far for an old lady to walk. The story she heard earlier this morning made her think twice of helping the old lady. However, the falling darkness and chilly weather made her feel sorry for her. While pulling up by the road, Lovelyn thought of how dangerous it was as she was alone and there wasn't anything she could use as a weapon. Looking at the old lady who was huffing while trying to get into the car with her black "Ghana must go" bag, Lovelyn thought, "what could an old lady who was huffing from just carrying a bag that didn't look heavy do to harm her?".
When the old lady finally entered the car, Lovelyn realized she was wasn't little. The old lady who was on the heavy and plump side, filled the seat next to Lovelyn. She wore a tattered old dress covering her ankles and had on a big black hat. The hat covered half of the face of the old lady. Lovelyn wondered why she had half of her face hidden, but then there was a gust of chilly air and Lovelyn thought, "probably to wade off the cold."
"Thank you dear. I'm going to Dodowa", whispered the old lady still panting.
"Are you visiting?", asked Lovelyn. The town was one of those small towns were everyone knew everyone, and since she hadn't seen the old lady before, she presumed she was visiting.
"Yes darling", came the whispered answer from the passenger seat. "I'm visiting my grandchild, Melody."
The way she kept whispering and the fact that Lovelyn knew no "Melody" in the little town of Dodowa made her uneasy.
Not wanting to alert the old lady of her uneasiness, she was careful not to turn her head fully to look at her. She glanced sideways at the person beneath the big hat and tattered dress.
She realised the figure beneath the dress was masculine. She looked closer and saw that the supposed old lady had bulky muscles underneath the loose clothing she was wearing. She couldn't take a chance. Lovelyn had decided at age 12 after watching a horror movie not to ever give lift to a man. Alarmed, she swung the steer suddenly and threw the car into a skid and came to an abrupt stop. She turned pale and shed fake tears hysterically. "I think I just hit a rabbit", she said. "I don't think you hit anything dearie, don't fret, I will step out to check it for you" As the "old lady" stepped out to inspect what had happened, Lovelyn sped off with the "Ghana must go" bag still in front of the seat next to her. She only noticed the bag when she got to her garage and decided to open it. In it was an axe with dark red blood stains.
Ghana must go bag
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