As Charity put on her pajamas after a shower, she heard the sound again. She had the sound the night before and the night before that too. She decided to pretend as if she didn’t hear the noise. She jumped onto her bed and picked up her bible from the side stool. She heard the noise again, this time closer, she looked left, she didn’t see anything, looked right, nothing too.
She covered herself completely with the duvet that was always laid along with her bed sheet. There was no power supply and she just turned off her generator before taking her bath. And these had happened for three nights, that day was the third day.
Charity began to get frustrated as the sound refused to cease, and to make matters worse, she didn’t see anything. She moved to the floor with her duvet. When she got to the floor, the noise increased, it was like the population had increased, and others were farther.
Charity rolled underneath her bed. Still she had no peace.
Just then Charity stood to her feet and shouted, “I have had enough, enough okay!”
She rushed to her study table to pick up the can of insecticide she bought earlier in the day; she sprayed all nooks and crannies of the room.
“Stupid mosquitoes,” she yelled panting as if she just ran a race. “Now, I can change out of these pajamas”
She didn’t use the insecticide earlier because she hated the smell of it, but if it was going to give her a peaceful sleep, then……