Without further ado.
“What the fuck are you doing?” my logical mind ridiculed me. I will admit, I felt like a moerse gaai talking into the air.
A word of advice – Don’t speak to the dead. 1/10 – do not recommend.
In order to remain respectful, I will not reveal this person’s name. From here on out I will only refer to him as ‘Naaier’.
And yes, I have the receipts.
I decided to take the time to finish my trilogy.
So, at 5.30am, I stopped my car outside of the corner shop. From my back seat, I could have sworn I heard laughter. The laughter sounded young; adolescent. I decided I must have heard something/someone from outside the vehicle, and as I let my passenger in, my stomach dropped, as I was overcome with a feeling of nausea and dread. “Hello Shana”, she said.